Yesterday, rolling down Santa Monica with the inimitable Jonny Loverman — who due to Bay Area scene incest we may or may not share cooties with — while at a stoplight, Jonny almost-yells, "Camera! Now!" and points. But from our vantage point, we can't see what he's talking about. Then the Dakota with the camper shell moves out of our way and we see it — the Bootcar! Yes! In all of its wavy-gravy fiberglassed glory, we have spied and photographed the elusive Bootcar. We totally get a gold star. You get a lump of coal on Wonder Bread.
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