The cuisine required to own and drive XtremeMuscleCarz. Just don't tell your personal trainer or your cardiologist.
Thursday, July 20, 2017
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
I don't know if you could actually drive these on, say, nearby I 55. The license plate in the top photo does not look like it has been valid in the State of Illinois since 1923 and using a Jack Daniels box as a trunk might attract the attention of the police. The Shelby Cobra, below, might be okay if the muffler meets government regulations.
It's not Phoenix, of course, but most people here are hiding out this week. The forecast is for high temperatures of 100 - 102 F / 38 - 39 C for the next four days. We've seen hotter in STL (the highest I remember is 106 F / 41 C) but, as they say, better get used to it.
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
The car. The fuel, and lots of it.
It's been a few years since I last shot the Catsup Festival. I remember more variety of attractions. Now it's mostly a big hot rod, custom and classic car show. I'm not sure of the year of this old Cadillac (help appreciated) but it has the look of a dreadnought. I can imagine sitting behind the wheel, windows open on a warm summer day, no seat belts, radio blaring Elvis Presley, cruising across St. Louis on Route 66....
Well, no, I can't. But it is impressive in a glitzy, heavy way.
Monday, July 17, 2017
There is an odd event each summer in suburban Collinsville, Illinois. A factory there produces a local brand of catsup, Brooks. (Language debate: Heinz, the big national brand, spells it ketchup.) Just outside of town there is a tower with what is claimed to be America's biggest catsup bottle, more about which later. Anyway, it is a celebration of all things red and viscous, along with quite a large hot rod and custom car show.
Hence the hair-dos. I think the second one is turning into a replica of the bottle. And that's not the big one in the bottom picture, just a portable model. Only in America.
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Very late post today. Too much to do, too much to do...
The last event I photographed at the Theatre Crawl was sort of a randomized performance of cabaret songs. There were quite a few singers. Each was assigned a number. Audience members drew numbered slips from a jar and that determined who sang. Some didn't get a chance, some got more than one.
The voices were beautiful and passionate.
Friday, July 14, 2017
This picture sort of reminds me of the shots you see of people watching a terrible event or even a bomb test. It was taken at the Theatre Crawl, where the first event started outdoors and the audience had to stare into the sunset.