Welcome to Down On The Street, where we admire old vehicles found parked on the streets of the Island That Rust Forgot: Alameda, California. Here's one for the Mustang purists!
I spotted this completely whacked-out art car at the Big O near my house, and every passing pedestrian seemed compelled to stop and check it out. Sammy Sosa and a horde of mutant Jack In The Box antenna balls will haunt my dreams from now on.
As I often say, I'm not a huge fan of the "glue shit all over the car" school of art-cardom, but I respect the sense of excess and willingness to piss off zealots that we see here. Serious art cars, in my opinion, have hundreds of singing fish and lobsters all over them, are painted by the likes of Robert Rauschenberg, or look exactly like giant telephones. Nearly 300,000 Mustangs were sold in 1969 (compared to, say, 4,116 AMC AMXs), so it's not like the world is going to end when one utter beater spends a few years as a goofy-ass art car before becoming a parts donor for some trailer-queen Stang. But still, feel free to issue Wrath Of Wotan-style thunderations on this blasphemy, Mustang zealots.