Chick Magnet
That's what guys called really fine cars, when I was younger: "chick magnets." This one drew my attention. I don't know one car from another, but I recognize "seriously cool." I'd love to tell you that the car in the foreground is mine. I'd be lying. My key fits that Honda Element behind it.
That's my hand across the top of the photo; I haven't mastered using my iPhone camera, yet. I guess I'm going to have to remember to carry my good camera with me when I go flitting about town. I never know what I might see. If you look closely, I think you will notice the reflection of the Denton County Courthouse in the windows of that Honda Element. It's a beautiful day in my neighborhood.
I'd love to have a car like that one...but...oh well. I'm guessing that my car carries a larger load of firewood than the chick magnet does. I have no need for a chick magnet, anyway.
