Indianapolis weighs in

Although I had hoped my first automotive poem would be profound and revelatory, you have to post what you can get. This was made in the parking garage above my downtown store location right off Monument Circle in Indy. In fairness, the symphony and its patrons park in the same garage so I like to think of it as the abstract of an essay on generational differences in modern America and how the establishment perpetuates the divide. While Joe assures me it is kids making d*ck jokes, I believe he is crass and cynical. Like Ponyboy, I'll stay gold.

Also, I will start carrying a better camera for this project