My idea for an new occasional column here on ‘Machines is this, East Coast cars. Specifically Brooklyn Beauties. Everyone goes on and on about California cars and their lack of iron oxides, but who cares? In a land where you can’t cross the street without Dodging a Dart, exceptional cars blend into the background of relentless sunshine, overpriced coffee and overly perfect teeth. Gimme a down and dirty survivor, hanging in there in The Land Rust Calls Home, dealing with the worst roads this side of Kandahar, more salt than a Big Mac and road grime with a pH around .5
These probably won’t be trailer queens, and won’t earn many points on the concours circuit, but they are stunning to me. I’ll do my best to convey why I’ve posted them, and sometimes it will be obvious, sometimes I’ll come off as an idiot. This is a good thing, right?
I’ve been snapping these pics for some time now, and as I never know when I’m going to come across one of these gems, most of them have been photographed with my iPhone, so apologies for the photo quality. I’ll have an iPhone4
as soon as my wife lets me when I feel like getting one, and the pics should improve significantly then. Cheers from The Hood.