Every day on my drive to and from work (and most days even when I'm not working), I drive past the EPA (Environmental Protection Agency) testing facility that is not far from Prune Ridge in Ann Arbor. I don't know exactly what they do there. It seems like a mysterious place to me, with an iron fence and guarded gates and such. I do believe one of the things they do is test cars, having seen car-carrying semis being admitted by the guards on many occasions.
Today on my drive home, a car pulled out from the EPA drive in front of me. This was the very last car that should have been on any road, anywhere. It was an extemely old boat of a sedan. It was possibly once tan or cream colored, but now a lovely patchwork of many shades of rust. The wheels were wobbling ominously on both sides. Broken tail lights were taped over with several tapes of different colors and materials. The left turn signal appeared to be having a seizure. The remaining tail lights were flickering on and off with every bump (which are many on these post-winter Michigan roads). The front windshield was cracked in the most fantastic and complete spiderweb pattern I've ever seen on a car that was still "driveable." I'm not sure how the driver could see out any window at all, since all the non-windshield windows seemed to have a hazy dusty "been smoked in for 40 years" look to them. I fully expected this car to simply fall apart in the middle of the road within about a half block of the EPA drive.
And so I wonder: What on earth was it doing at the EPA facility in the first place, and WHO said it was ok to send out on the road?!? I chuckled to myself as I got enough distance away from it because, yes, I was only able to think about the Bluesmobile's final scene in The Blues Brothers movie. RIP, Bluesmobile!
