The Soapbox Derby

Before Pops joined the Marines, he drove a humble Studebaker. It was his first car. The Corps apparently paid its jet jarheads decent money, so he soon graduated to something a little sportier: a Galaxie 500 convertible with a 390-cubic inch V-8 and a handful of four-barrel carbs.

He would later sell the Galaxie to my mom’s younger brothers, who used it to outrun half the South Carolina Highway Patrol.

Of course, had he kept the Studebaker, he could’ve held onto it long enough to see it become a collector’s item and then decorate the bumper as seen at left.

And so begins a long-overdue installment of Bumper Crop, wherein I share the good, the bad and the weird that people are sporting on their chrome. Here are just a few I’ve run across in my recent travels:

* If You Don’t Vote, Don’t Whine

* Don’t Let Your Kid Be the One That Got Away

* I Miss Click

* It’s My Job to Comfort the Uncomfortable and Discomfort the Comfortable

If you see a quality piece of bumper flair, by all means share. Post it on this here blog or e-mail me a JPEG pitcher: bbridges@gastongazette.com

Until next time, keep at least one eye on the road. The Soapbox Derby does not pay your insurance premiums.

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