Shiprock, N.M. Click on the image to see it large. (Photo by C-M.)
All photos by C-M.
Kandy Kisses, in repose at the Taco Bell parking lot. (Photos by C-M.)
At the behest of the devil-in-my-ear known as Vidalia, today we made the pilgrimage to Española, New Mexico (pop. 9700), the self-proclaimed lowrider capital of the world. Our plan (if you could call it that) was to eat a green chile cheeseburger and look for lowriders. As is wont to happen with this sort of thing, we didn’t see a single tricked-out ride during our first hour in Espanola — despite the fact that we visited the parking lots of every auto parts store in town. We also happened upon a woman who keeps a shrine to Our Lady of Fatima in a trailer hitched to a bus, from which she sells all manner of Fatima merch. I bought two prayer cards. And our supplications were answered, for minutes later we pulled up to the Taco Bell to discover two seriously smokin’ vehicles parked in the lot: a blazing Monte Carlo and a candy coated Cutlass. Mission accomplished.