The Eye of the Beholder

Yesterday I met what must be the best-looking car ever made. It was an old Cadillac Eldorado, and it looked brand new. Black and shiny, and the grille was gold instead of chrome. The driver was a middle-aged black man, and he must have seen the startled look on my face, because he grinned a grin so wide it showed every shining tooth in his mouth. Man, that was a gorgeous automobile.

I like cars. I especially like big old cars like that, with sharp lines and angles, and lots of chrome.