Day 2554: I am my father's daughter.

"C 28": a newspaper & junk mail collage.

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I am my father's daughter. I still love cars.

Dad was a former Greyhound bus driver, and eventually

a studio driver and teamster for the movie studios.

Cars were a regular part of our conversation.

He could tell you which cars drove well, and

which were "loggy" or drove like a tank, and so on.

Dad's been gone 23 years but cars are such a reminder.

  Today I found a Bentley!

Driving on Jamboree Boulevard ...

coming from Corona Del Mar.

Close-up on the brake lights.
Imagine how strange I must have looked 

if the driver checked his mirror?

A beautiful ($190,000.) car ....

and then it disappeared.

* I might mention that I was stalking from a 

2010 squirrel-powered Honda Hybrid, Insight.

A smile for Wednesday ...