I am not a great one for photographing cars. To Mr.G's disgust I can't really tell one car from another. I drive ours, not to make myself look big, desirable or anything I'm not, but to get from A to B.
see, told you I was boring. And I have probably now enraged all red-blooded males who post on this site!
So, as Carmi, over at written inc. has challenged us to photograph anything vehicular, I've had to dig around in my archives for anything vehicular, and this is the best I can come up with!
This was taken from a coach window (hence the reflections) as we drove past this strange town, having been on a tour of the Carmargue. The architecture was something else, but the French cars lined up along the road looked perfectly normal. Sorry, don't know what make they are!
This was taken from the Castle in Lisbon, Portugal, looking down on one of the squares in that City. One of those coaches there is the shuttle bus which will take us back to our ship. There were also trams, but don't know if any are visible.
Out in the Derbyshire countryside, along one of the very narrow lanes, with gates that have to open and shut. (They stop the sheep from escaping!) We are stopped to admire the view, and the driver of the red car gallantly both opened the gate for us and shut it after his car had driven through.
Having checked that "vehicular" meant anything that carried goods or people I've included this one of the "stop me and buy one" man with his tricycle and ice creams. My father took this in about 1935 or 6 when I was a very tiny little girl, somewhere along our road, or one like it, in Harrow, part of the new building sprawl that was stretching out from London westward along the route of the new Metropolitan Railway .
