'57 Dodge

I love this old '57 Dodge. It's always parked in the same spot, though I do see it occasionally, on its way to work. It heads west on Willamette, while most of the traffic heads east in the morning. It ambles along, not quite convincing as a tough car, but nothing button-down collar about it either, that's for sure.
It's such a hotrod in the gritty sense of the word; no shiny, expensive chrome, no silly fluffy dice hanging from the mirror. I like the two antennae, the row of quick black patches along the side, the rust. A cared for, worn-out rocket.