Street Sighting ~ Chrysler Lancer

There's a certain beauty when something is consistent that shouldn't be. Survival I guess.

When I was still in school there was an tall old fella who would stroll the neighborhood consistently. 

My old man would always try have a chat with him.

Overtime we started to watch him slow down and made more of an effort to check on him. As I neared the end of my schooling I learned that his daughter and grand-daughter had been burned alive in an act of domestic violence. I was too young to conceptualise the pain he must have endured.

I remember being in the back of Dads car going somewhere when he asked if I remembered the old fella getting about. I felt guttered. I hadn't noticed he'd moved on.

I was in Port Lincoln recently where I spied this Chrysler and being rich a minute, I shuffled over for a look-see.

 I think this was the first old Mitsubishi logo I'd seen in person.

As I meandered around locals came up to me for chat. They told me of the old lady who drives it. They talked to me with such pride, like she was a hero of the community just for consistently gettin about in the old orange car. And she is. 

I really enjoyed my time in Lincoln, especially the people.

I was also very impressed with the little orange machine for being a coastal car day-dot.

On the last night of the trip I was at the pub with friends sitting in the smokers facing out to Tasman Terrace and the coast. We were all just enjoying the colour of the sky change, oysters, alcohol, and the various cars go down the main street. I got pretty excited when the little old lady piloting the orange machine pottered past us. 

I wasn't appreciative enough of the old man as a character in my life at the time. I hope I see the orange car moving about the next time I visit Lincoln.