Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Girl Meets Machine

No matter what you put off to your friends, there is an unexplainable delight in the sex and seduction of both car and girl on vintage film. To be more precise, there's really nothing more fantastical to the man and his machine than to have a sultry damsel gracefully lying about on the hood and trunk. (And being that I don't currently own a car, I will say the image of a girl on all fours awkwardly tangled in my bike spokes doesn't exactly speak volumes to what some call fantasy.) Say what you please, but whether she's driver, passenger or mere hood ornament, there is nothing like the sensations caused by the other-worldly powers of female and well-designed steel.