This mashup of 1973's "Paper Moon" with Gillian Welch's "Hard Times" has been stuck in my brain for weeks now, spinning like the hood ornament Ryan O'Neal's character keeps on his Model A. Something about the song, the sight of old dust that looks new, and about choosing your reaction to what ails us all.
This is dangerous. My dad used to catch cars at stoplights and pull this trick. It was fun for them. They'd poo on the wiper blades, leave feathers in convertibles...good times, good times.
But it didn't last. He was killed by an exotic named Veyron, who betrayed him.
I hate race cars now. But what can I do. I'm just a Pelican.