When I see beauties like this
Resting in the Shoprite parking lot, I feel a little blessed.
The rarity of sighting so old, but running, gives me a thrill. I feel the need to take the photos. So I remember.
Makes me think of my Dad, my grandfather & my husband. The greasy hands, the struggle to maintain or to get those old ponies out there on the street.
& the feeling of the ride.
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