Chevy On A Stick

I don’t know who coined the name for this monument, er, sculpture, or whatever, but somehow Chevy on a Stick stuck. It’s more like Chevy on an Arch, and that’s kinda sucky. The actual title is «Cruising San Mateo,» which is less inspired than… well, the monument itself. Me, I’ll just coin it the Car on Gibson. Regardless, thanks much to Barbara Grygutis for erecting this vibrant piece of culture in an otherwise sleepy nook of the city.
My review: pretty cool. Love the tile. Love the car. Gibson/​San Mateo isn’t Route 66, so the placement is a stretch, and something more internationally based would’ve made more sense, but whatareyagonnado. It’s a bright light on a flat stretch of the city, and I’m happy to have it.
Finally, I’ll add a «You know you’re a New Mexican when» post. You know you’re a New Mexican when some as*hole in a diesel 4×4 truck with monster tires rides your bumper on Gibson and veers around you, only to pull in front of you and surrender to the red light, to show off his idiot window sticker of Calvin pissing on a Ford emblem. On the other side of said window, Calvin is kneeling in front of a cross. I’m guessing Bill Watterson, the creator of Calvin & Hobbes, never envisioned this kind of blasphemy. And Christian you are not, sir. Go back to Texas.