When I saw this Firebird staring through the chain-link fence at this storage place outside of Sterling, IL, I have to admit, I empathized with it. It’s not even a car that I have any emotional attachment to.
I don’t know what it says about me that with all of the human suffering going on in the world, I sometimes feel sorry for machines.
It’s just painfully obvious from the hand-painted flame-drops, that someone – probably a kid - poured so much of themselves into this old bird, and now it sits, tires rotting, dew rolling from its stationary beak. Sharing space with campers. Surely someone has memories of this car soaring along the open road.
To add insult to injury, an actual bird felt so confident that this Firebird isn’t going anywhere soon that it chose the car’s right rear tire to build its nest.
At least whoever drove it last parked it with its nose facing out, so it can be appreciated by passers-by. Maybe someone who thinks this old Firebird can fly again.
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