I have been at London for the last 2 weeks and have been looking all around at these exotics that we just dream of owning or rather are even glad to spot and drool over back at home.
I have been using the tube all across but have contantly been scouring all the main areas for these beauties (Pity i didnt bring a cam with me).(Yeah I know one of you might just about scream)
The one car that I spotted last week at about 8:30 walking down South Kensington just had me standing and staring away at it for quite some time was a Pink Cadillac fully restored with a white interior and full chrome and not a single scratch on it, damn all I wanted to do was to touch it but was unable to get myself to do so.
I swear that was one moment when I felt that all those Porsches, Ferraris, Maseratis, *Astons and Beamers were all available to be seen every where I went and speed, power and status meant nothing when it was pitted against the glamour of those ancient beauties in all the decor and flamboyance.
Some words I did come across on the web may be the most apt way to decipher our longing for the old: Quote:
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"What I am observing is a rather beautiful expansion and continuity occurring, as the old is cherished and celebrated while at the same time evolving..."(Karen L. Wolff) | |