The street is “SE Military,” part of the defining car culture of San Antonio (Bexar County, etc.) The sticker read, “Hell Yeah!”
Can’t see that much in this image, as I was on my way someplace. Still, I made the driver catch up so I could get some details.
Somebody’s name, and the image, underneath the “Hell Yeah!” That graphic is two thumbs-up.
The years, I think it was 1994-2012, and a name.
Part of the daily defining images that speak to car-culture, one I don’t wholly understand, and my infinite curiosity with Austin’s older (weirder) sibling, San Antonio.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen something like this, nor is it the first time I’ve used such an image, a car as a rolling memorial to someone. That I don’t understand doesn’t mean the issue gets any less reverence.
Car Culture is so much more stylized and makes a stronger statement, sometimes, in a quiet way, down in Bexar County.
Oh, “Hell yeah.”
Classic Lines for Classic Times:
“It’s good to see you sweetheart.
“Oh please don’t kill us, please please don’t kill us
You know I love you baby, I wouldn’t leave you, it wasn’t my fault.
“Oh baby please don’t kill me, you know I love you, I ran out of gas, I had a flat tire, I didn’t have cab fare, my tux didn’t come back from the cleaners, an old friend came in from out of town, there was an earthquake, a fire, a terrible flood — it wasn’t my fault!
–Jake Blues in The Blues Brothers. Warner Bros.