First of all, I want to update you on yesterday's post. I saw my doc yesterday morning and he concluded I'm sick. (Thanks doc!) I think the rattling in my chest, when I attempt to breathe, gave me away. He has me on TWO antibiotics. I've never been prescribed two antibiotics simultaneously before. Ever. He said my lungs are so infected, he didn't think any "one" antibiotic could cover the "full spectrum" I need.
Whatever that means.
When I was waiting to see the doc I sent out this tweet:
Sitting in the docs waiting room w a bunch of sick people. Hope I don't catch anything. Oh, wait …
In any case, hopefully I'll be rebounding quickly now that my body is getting flooded with germ killing antibodies.
(Nike's currently on her THIRD attempt at antibiotics in an attempt to recover from The.Sickness.From.Hell. She and I? We're quite the pair right now!)
Now, on to today's topic …
And don't worry – I (hopefully) won't bore you – I'm somewhat inappropriate even when the topic is cars. I can't seem to help myself.
People in Southern California are obsessed with their cars. Some people argue it's because the traffic is so bad here, we practically live in our cars – making them more important to us. People eat, sleep, have sex, do their make-up, read, shave, text, talk on the phone, parent, argue and do everything else imaginable while "driving" here. We take the term "distracted driver" to a whole new level.
Sadly, in Orange County (particularly South Orange County) I think the biggest reason cars are so important is the Status Factor. Luxury cars, preferrably with personalized license plates, are the rule rather than the exception here.
Mercedes, BMWs, Land Rovers, Maseratis, Lamborghinis, Bentleys, Jaguars, Audis, Porsches, etc., are a dime a dozen. They're all so common, I don't even really see them anymore. (The exception being when I see teens driving them. That still makes me want to vomit profusely. What is wrong with OC parents? Why do they think they need to gift their 16 year old with an $80,000 car?)
However, I do notice all the luxury cars when I've been away from the OC and then return.
"Oh look," I think. "The Land of Luxury Vehicles again."
All the expensive cars become pretty boring, actually. The excitement comes when you see an old beat up clunker. Now THAT'S unusual here!
The other day I was on the freeway when this 1960 Corvette passed me:
The really rich?
Well, for them a luxury car, or two, or ten, is not enough. A lot of people around here collect classic cars.
Sure, this being Southern California, some classic cars look like this:
I want you to know, all of these car photos were taken in less than a millisecond. I'd see a car passing by and "click" with no time to make camera adjustments. (In my mind, that's the difference between a snapshot and a photograph.)
There are also way too many of the I-Have-A-Small-Dick-And-Need-To-Compensate-For-It cars.
Now, I want to apologize upfront to any of you out there who drive a Lamborghini and have a big dick. Or for that matter, even an average sized dick. Clearly, I'm not referring to you with my generalization.
I took all of these car photos in one afternoon when I went out shooting for two hours. (As in shooting photos, not shooting guns.) If I'd actually been concentrating on cars as photo objects, I probably would have come back with many more examples to share with you.
Still, considering the car photos were a mere afterthought, I came away with at least one shot I was really proud of.
Even I, a non-car person, thought this one was a beauty.
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