I never see enough wagons; new or old. Especially old. And when I see one, I run towards it like a man possessed.
Which is exactly what I did chasing this clamshell down one and a half full-sized blocks of shopper-filled thoroughfare.
And all I got for my efforts was this shot.
Okay, fast-forward a bit and I’m wandering down the same thoroughfare, Chapel Street Melbourne.
Having just glided by me, this 1963 Chevrolet Impala comes to a stop at a red light. I remind myself of my foolish crusade for the clamshell that was also this far away as well when I first saw it. So a brisk walk then.
Got a finger as well. hehehe
And it’s off.