i've been meaning to blog about this car for a long time now. i couldn't seem to get the mobile blog thing to work, so i had to do it the old fashioned way. *sigh*

this car is parked about 3 blocks from my house. it's a chevy impala super sport, prolly a 66 or 67. i'm not gonna bother to look it up, i just know it's not exactly the car i want. what i want is a 63 chevy impala super sport convertible. i've wanted one for oh, roughly, 23 years? some time in high school i fell in love with low riders.

i know, whut? really? yes. really. srsly. i love lowriders. the craftsmanship that goes into one of those, usually horribly overwrought and excessively styled automobiles is incredible. next time you are out at a grocery or magazine store, check out "lowrider magazine". some seriously crazy shit, man. the upholstery and paintings on the inside of the hoods and the lights and don't even get me started on the hydrolics. fuck yeah. it's an underappreciated art form. whatever. don't look at me like that.

so anyhow, this car is parked a few blocks away. we drive by it all the time, walk by it sometimes. nearly every time we go by it, i've said something about it being such a cool car. it's well maintained, clean, not flashy or any way close to being a lowrider, but it's good looking. and the day i took this picture of the car, with my phone, the h said to me, "dis mama's car." i looked at him, smiled and said, "yep. it almost is."