Dynamic 88

Dynamic 88... October 2012 >> Driving through town on a rainy Fall day, I spotted this rare relic. She wasn't in the best of shape (I've never been exactly sure why men always assign a female gender to cars...), and the color is polarizing, but there was just something there. I stopped. I stared. I shot in and out of my car to get my shots despite the rain. I left. I came back. I snapped a few more. Went home. Came back yet again. And "she" was gone. Such is life. All I have left are the memories of her. Here's one...