When you mentioned stripper, I thought you were referring to that stinky stuff that removes the paint, varnish, and everything else from antique, wooden furniture: and because of that, I was rather shocked to see that no one laid newspaper out under the car. And then I realized that "Stripper" has all sorts of connotations, and that in regard to those automotive contrivances that internally combust, "stripper" like "tranny" means something completely different. Funny how the car world works. It's alien territory for me. Okay, so on with the comment: This is a stunningly intimate car shot. I love the headlights: headlight glass always looks so busy, so functional, so much like the focusing lens of a deflector dish or something like that. I love the fact that this car is also the color of a school wall in Kazakhstan (don't ask how I know this.) The POV is really great and the curves and lines in this really give the whole image a great sense of movement. This is quite a good shot.

Excellent shot and great POV !!!

You have made a wonderful photo out of my least favourite sort of metal object! What skill! I actually liked cars of that period, I think we had Ford Cortina and Vauxhall Victor with the same style details. I should, btw,have had little interest in the other sort of stripper....

Superb capture my friend. God bless.

I like the POV. I remember the day when options for a new car was like a menu where you selected each individually; now you have to buy "packages" that include a lot of extra stuff just to get the one or two things you really want. Good to see you posting again.

excellent shot

great narrative, and true; and yes, those old cars didn't have lots of amenities. I remember a car too, when I was very young, that had no heat. (You dressed to the gills when you took a ride.) They also felt like hotels in back. (My grandfather, a short man, drove an old Studebaker, and some other cars 20 years or older than this, and he barely made it to the steering wheel. It was just big inside; and the interior felt like it was made of cheap velvet, it was soft and fuzzy in a musty car kind of way.) Anyway, the shot is a riot and also very bold. I don't know why, but this just makes me smile. It's got that fierce face that those old cars had, and you brought it out with a big in-your-face angle, with teeth glaring. There's just enough decay to tell us this is old, but I gotta say, it's pretty decay-less for an old monster. And you composed it very well with the diagonals of the pavement (the yellow lines) and the Walmart sign, as well as the lines of the building across the street. Just a well-composed shot. Really well done. I gotta say, I love this shot. It's giddy and real and in your face. And that color, too---I don't know if this was its original color, but I know they had that hue in those days. It's kind of a green-blue thing, kind of garish. You framed this so well. Terrific job, Corey. Btw, in my shot of a guy on the pier surrounded by curds and whey and other endless snow-forms---where you and Chip wondered if the guy was a candidate for the "Darwin Award"---there's more to the story. (He definitely WAS a candidate.) I'm pretty sure he was pissing. He's in that position. I didn't see that, at the time, mind you---I was concentrating on little things, like not drowning or turning to an icicle. But, after looking at the pic, he was definitely pissing. And I couldn't help but think, while viewing it on my computer: "Jack? If you reeeeeeally need to empty the ol' bladder-eroo, why in hell would you go all the way out THERE? Standing on the edge of doom, when there are so many places closer to the city where you could do it (and not be seen by a soul)?" (There was hardly anyone out that day.) And then I wanted to add: "Not to get personal, but did your willy stay attached afterwards?" (I say willy because this is a family site.) "It was, like, 0 degrees out, and there was a MAJOR wind: Why would you expose it to that???" Darwin candidate, absolutely. I'm sure, if he knew he was now online taking a piss in front of the world, he'd be thrilled...