so this morning i was coming to work, and crossing brookline ave i saw this old restored grand-am with a dragster hood scoop and a firebird detail, and inside there was an old bag with a crazy perm and elvis shades, reclined all suave in her leopard-print seat.
i eyeballed the car as i strolled by, she revved the motor, and i gave her the 'rock on' horns and she totally grinned.
old bags are cool.