Chicken

For a couple years, when L. was small, we'd walk to school. On the way, she'd point out the birds, worry about squirrels running across the street, and shriek, "Chickenmobile!" whenever we'd see the handcrafted clunker pictured above. I suppose every neighborhood has a car or house or tree or store that stands out.

In Los Angeles, there's no shortage of unusual, rare vintage or custom made vehicles. I can say this with confidence, but I'm not a car enthusiast by any stretch of the imagination.

There's no reason to get wistful over a rusty beater like the Chickenmobile. But I do.