"This is the cheesey part of the trip
This is the trip, the cheesey part
I really cringe
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty cheesey, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm embarrassed to be a part of this number"*
oops...paraphrased wrong LA-based band there...
Allright, how about:
Well, Im a standing on a corner...
In winslow, arizona
And such a fine sight to see
Its a girl, my lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin down to take a look at me
OK, how about...
Well, Im a standing on a corner
In Windblown Arizona
And such a welcome sight to see
Its a dog, my lord, in a flatbed
Ford
slowin down to take a look at me
Yes, this was Winslow, Arizona, and they dedicated this corner on Route 66 to that Eagles song. There is no picture of me here so that I couldn't be blackmailed by punks and serious music people from my past, plus, I was having a really bad hair day. Trust me, you don't want to see a picture of me standing next to that skinny bronze sculpture. I hate bronze sculptures...whether they're skinny pseudo rockstars or the multitude of gleeful children in the Fort Collins/Loveland area. Their faces look deformed. Anyway, I much prefer the skinny wooden cowboy when it comes to cheesey Route 66 images, but most of all, I love the bulldog. But what was that about? A bulldog in a flatbed ford? Is it a takeoff on the girl-in-the-ford "window reflection" painting on the side of the building? It was right there, on the side street just a few feet away from starving bronze rockstar dude. There were also a lot of people (tourists) milling around trying to get a picture of themselves with bronzeboy, so fortunately we didn't accidentally shoot anyone...heh.
*paraphrased from The Doors' Soft Parade during one of Jim's stream of conscience ramblings.
Labels: Route-66-Part2, Vacation
2 Comments:
I love the dog, and they must have parked the truck there to make a statement. The building the girl in a ford is painted on is burned out, and it will be interesting to see if the painting survives. They may end up taking the wall down which she is painted on because there is really almost nothing holding this wall up now. A strong enough wind could even knock this wall down, and more 66 history would be gone...sad.
Even though that's not "original" route 66 history, it would still be sad, especially for hollow-eyed verdigris acoustic guitar guy...his true love gone with a gust of wind.
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Oh, and what was even funnier was the following evening we were in Gila Bend getting gas, and there was a couple there with two bulldogs! I mean it's rare to see one bulldog, but two! The day after the giant fiberglass bulldog!
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