Our car is getting old

When we arrived at the Distillery District parking lot, it seemed that ours was the oldest car in the lot. I guess time went by and we didn't notice how shabby our ride had become, until we compared it to all the nice Volkswagons and BMW's of the Distillery crowd.



Ron, you thought your truck was old? I'll show you old.



Perhaps San would like to add this to her list of Dilapidated Doors.



But in all seriousness, Ken took these photos, and I think he did a rather nice job of it.



This truck is slightly better off, in that it still has it's jaunty red coat of paint.



However, it's parked in a rather precarious position. Directly above it, at the top of a tall building, is a giant cheese grater. What appear to be shreds of cheese weighing up to one ton each are poised to topple down onto this truck and crush it, if the wind picks up. The fire escape, which runs from the red truck up to the cheese grater, shows you the true scale of the threatening cheese.



We had not brought our hard hats with us, so we beat a hasty retreat.