I only wish I had started taking pictures of this car earlier. I don't know exactly when it started squatting there. I don't know who it belongs to or who finally took it away. All I know is it sat there for far too long.
I passed this car every morning on my way to pick up the paper or catch the bus on a very busy cut-through road that people use to get to the Mass Pike - Linden St. It avoids the light at the end of Harvard Ave. and is a very busy street.
So when I first saw this car parked about 5 feet off the curb last week (or two weeks ago? I'm not even really sure), I was not surprised to see the back bumper hanging off. I was a little more surprised to see an odd bump on the hood that looked like someone had been tossed onto it by Chuck Norris. But nonetheless I got a kick out of it.
So I passed this car day after day, and finally - last Wednesday - it was gone. Luckily I got these photos of it the day before it got taken, but its presence sparked an idea when I was asked to think of an idea to blog about something.
Who lets their car get totally abused like this for over a week? Who even parks like this anyways? How drunk was this person?
These are questions that I will never be able to answer, but they all point to one central idea in my mind: the people of Allston.
Who are these people? Students pounding $1 drafts, Asians going through my (and everybody else's) recyclables, Alternos wearing tight black jeans and jackets with silver loops. The diversity of this neighborhood is something I have never experienced. I don't exactly come from a diverse background, but either way it's something new to me.
I'm not saying I love it here, I'm not saying I hate it. It's alright. But there are a few things I just don't get.
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