She Was From Detroit...

I was walking my dog a while ago, when something just felt weird, tugging at my attention, demanding a second look.  So I looked again, and, man, was she worth it.  Big bodied, muscular; so sexy, you just wanted to touch her; so strong, she could eat you alive.  No rice eater, this one.

Now, I don't usually drool over cars.  But after years of seeing K cars (mini Cooper sized, w/o the personality) named Parsley, Fit and March, some good ol' Detroit rolling iron gets the blood moving.

Oh, and check out the Schwinn next to it.  Someone's dished out some serious money for these two.