For whatever reason, there were a ton of low riders cruising around on the Danforth today. The best of the lot: a stunning pure white '60 Impala (although it may have been a '61, really), not overly tricked out beyond the rims. Just a gorgeous, gorgeous car, prowling the street like an albino panther.
Most of the time, when old folk complain about how modern things suck, they're just being crotchety. Not when it comes to cars. New American cars suck. Detroit lost its collective mind sometime in the '80s, and it's never recovered.