I need to be careful. My roots are showing.
Now, to be certain, I was never hard core. But I was quite flamboyant in my younger days. This weekend made me flashback to my days with pink hair, a tiger miniskirt, and fishnets. This weekend was the Houston Art Car Parade and we were right in the middle of the freak show. There seemed to be a higher percentage of belly dancers there than there are in the regular population. What fun we had.
We were the tamest of entires, with our dear, old RV.
We got a lot of whoops and hollers, especially from the older set.
Here is a sampling of the other entrants.
There was the box car.
Yes, this thing was motorized. And alive.
The classic Roachmobile.
We used to have this old blue pickup that I threatened to glue fruit all over. Looks like someone else thought that was a good idea.
I really liked the peacock car.
I don't know if you can tell, but these boys decorated their go-kart with Legos. Very cute.
And, of course, you know I have a soft place in my heart for the big chicken.
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In a tragic turn of events, the curator of the Art Car Museum was killed by a suspected drunk driver just hours after the festivities ended. Please pray for the family and friends of Tom Jones as they deal with his unexpected death.