Parked just down the street from the '68 Fairlane 500, this bright pink customized Dodge caught my eye from blocks away.
The owner was out working on his other car (a '50 Ford) in the driveway, so I was able to get some of the story of the Dodge from him.
Turns out he rebuilt the engine and drove it every day for years until the transmission blew. Unable to find a replacement trans, he ended up getting a custom adapter made so he could install a TH350. Now it's back to normal daily-driving duties for the ol' reliable Dodge.
Fender skirts... visor... ram's head hood ornament... whitewalls. This is so much better than a painstakingly restored car sitting at a car show while the owner drones on about date codes.
Wait, it's not a Dodge- it's a '52 GOD!
Alameda has a lot of young guys who dig the old iron and old ways of customizing it; it's not a new fashion, just something that never died on the island (this is a big part of the answer to the question "Why so many old cars on the street in Alameda?"). The only difference between the 70-year-old Alameda hot-rodder (and there are plenty here) and his younger counterpart is the type of music they listen to while wrenching.
The pink bumper guards look a little odd, in my opinion.
Since the Ford wasn't parked on the street, I didn't shoot it (DOTS cars are required to be parked on the street, though maybe I'll shoot driveway cars when I run out of street ones). The guy said he bought the Ford in New York and is now replacing acres of rusty sheetmetal.