1 1/2 Cars

It was sharp-eyed Mr S who spotted this while we were running some errands this morning. I was too busy white-knuckling the new car to notice anything extraneous. "But you have to turn around," he insisted. "It's your kind of blip."  And I did. Turn around. A feat in itself.

The car and a half was/were so beautifully glowing in that well-kept driveway. The half has its own license plate, so must be street-legal, but I can't figure out what it's for. Inside there are normal seats, but there is a plywood box attached to the front wall, like maybe something for camping supplies. I wonder if the seat folds down and it's a sleeper. No matter, it was beautiful and strange and wonderful. And he was right: my kind of blip.