Yes, there is much brown in today’s DOTS. There is more that isn’t brown but I had a hard time coming up with a unifying theme.
To keep things sensible let’s start with the brown.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen a Lebaron at all, much less one in this good of condition. It had some character marks all around and the interior is a bit scuffed, but it really is remarkable. The odometer showed 30,000 hard miles but I would guess it is somewhere more around 130,000 careful miles. I mean look at those wire wheels. They have never once met a curb!
While we’re there, this body style of Mustang has never appealed to me or really that many others for that matter. I never see these on the road.
I’ve never noticed this shop before but I am also pushing the boundaries of easy dog walking distance in all directions. Turk was very happy to get such a long walk.
I’ve been meaning to check out this slammed Merc but I got the chance today. That is one mean looking executive saloon. Just look at that wheel tuck!
I am really tempted to just gloss over the Skyline, so I will. I’ve featured it before. Yes, it is a four door.
Since I was just walking by, I peeked through the fence into the back lot at Koru Works, where I saw that illegal Silvia a few days ago.
That is some JDM goodness right there. I haven’t seen the gray S13 Silvia before and I think that is an S110 Silvia behind it in blue. No idea about the red car. There was also a chopped up VW Cabrio for some reason.
Who needs to steer anyways? Not I. Considering the number of large bumps and railroad level crossings around, I can see why the tires are worn so bad on the outer lip where they rub against the flares. Great color though. This is a custom paint, right?
Just some big old barges hanging out. I think I’ve seen the Chonk Donk before (I made this up but that should totally be an actual name for a donk).
The world’s loudest Ford Bronco. I’ve seen it three times in as many days so I should know. It goes beyond loud. Even beyond ear bleeding. The sound enters through your ear and goes straight to your soul, rending it apart without mercy and forcing you to submit to the terrible number of decibels rapidly filling every inch of your body. You can’t even hear the sound anymore, just the intense throbbing pain of your ear drums. And that is when it is the next street over.
Some miscellaneous.
This building is ripe for a crashin’.
How has Oppo been? Whew that was a lot of DOTS. I even had to cut out the doggo.
Since there is a lot of it, how about you choose the car you would most like to drive.