San Diego, California
Nathan Beale with a sick Caddy shot for us. This one is very similar to the one seen in the Bowie movie “The Man Who Fell to Earth.” You have to tread lightly with a Dumper in cherry condition like this. It can easily be mistaken for a classic car. But there came a point roughly after 1967, when classic car was no longer an option. After that you simply drove a Dumper. The only question became how clean it was.
There’s something to be said for a Dumper found solo on the edge of a parking lot. It’s really the most comfortable place for a Dumper, smothered in solitude. Empty parking lots have a really great effect when used as the backdrop for a Dumper shot. However, there is nothing better than finding one parked on a country road all by it’s lonesome. Those are the million dollar Dumper shots. We would all be blessed to get some desolate country road Dumper pics.
This one seems like it’s Grandma’s Dumper. She’s whipping on the 163 in San Diego, chiefing menthol cigarettes with the AC on, windows up. Grandma’s not the bean bag ashtray type though. She is far more refined. There are long, measured puffs off her grits while always keeping her eyes on the road. There’s a long crooked ash just waiting to fall on her flower patterned blouse. But it never does. She leans over and always finds the ashtray. Grandma makes it home just in time for a stiff Manhattan and the A side of her favorite Frank record.
