As I watched Layton pack his little bags into Pink Freud, a 1938 Ford, I thought, “He’s a Free Spirit, an Adventurer – Indiana Jones in a Hot Rod.”
I’ll skip over the fact that he had arrived at our house with a pack of luncheon meat and cheese in his Computer Bag, but had forgot to bring a coat of any kind. From our house, he was leaving on a week’s road trip in a car with no side windows, no heat and a broken windshield wiper. (Alberta to British Columbia in early September – rain or snow are both possible this time of year.) Pink Freud’s battery was dead, but once boosted the engine roared to life. With a cheerful wave, Layton and Freud were gone.
Pink Freud (great name, BTW) looks as luscious as raspberry sherbet – I love curvaceous cars.
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It is a beautiful looking car, isn’t it! The Car Guy is starting to think about how he can justify buying one for his fleet.
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What great name for a great car, as well as a great interpretation for Free Spirit. 🙂
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Thanks Robin!
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Oh, I love that car. Makes the current models look blah.
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Yes! The car has real character compared to modern vehicles.
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The name Pink Freud should be trademarked. That color brings back memories of my first bicycle.
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I love the colour – it would be nice on just about anything that had wheels!
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What a fabulous car! And quite an eccentric gentleman. They go together, don’t they?
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Yes, they are a perfect pair. Layton sometimes wears a gangster type suit and uses an old violin case instead of a brief case when he goes out in Pink Freud.
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The whole thing conjures up an image of Sigmund F. smoking one of those Pink Owl bubble gum cigars you used to be able to buy for a nickel. Yes, clearly my mind is going… : (
Great story, very cool photo!
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That is why you are an illustrator – your mind comes up with quirky ideas that my mind would never think of!
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