It’s almost as if someone dropped another bomb. The explosion, localized entirely on the grounds of this old Shell station.
Driving past, there’s an eerie feel of a frozen moment, Do you step within the boundaries, or do you just observe from far? We chose to explore a bit, and risk being stuck in time with these old skylines. Half Caged, leather headrestless racing seats with 4 point harnesses. Mismatched wheels, flat tires, and rusty. Cars can’t talk, they bruise and scar like humans do, their stories can only be assumed. Guessing doesn’t solve anything, admiration is about all you can do, short of throwing money around.
The curiosity lay in the deliberation of the whole scene. Who did this? What was the purpose? What caused them to want to do this? How did it come about? What were some interesting stories along the way till now?
It was strange, as they were all in different states of disrepair. One missing a motor, the other looked as if it had been driven recently. Recently is a bit of a strange term though, as I still question the reality of the situation, perhaps I would slow aging by hanging out there once in a while.
This 2-door was especially appealing, the interior, the exterior, and the wheels all suggested that someone enjoyed it the way it was. I’d like to meet this person and ask them if they are just a time traveled version of myself.
A jog down a windy road at night would leave wisps of smoke, old oil and escaping souls, climbing the side of the mountain at the will of the wind. Can the old Iron reach the peak before the previous owners?
Fair well mysterious Skylines.