I see this beauty around my neighborhood and always stop to admire her. She reminds me of my balloon tire bicycle from first grade (best bike ever). And the nostalgic sound of a solid steel car door slamming shut from the sixties. I’m guessing its a 1940’s era rig. She’s missing an “eye” and although I’ve never seen her in motion, I’m sure she can still turn over because she hauls—note the custom hand-made side rails her owner has lovingly installed.
If I ever meet her owner, I’m offering this sketch. AFTER I get a ride down the street!