Airbrush murals just don't get the respect they deserve anymore. Especially in the category of vehicle application. It's sad really.

On my way back from breakfast this morning, I spied this little gem.



Instantly, I was intrigued. I found myself in a state of concentrated gaze, much like one would experience whilst interacting with one of those nifty computer-generated 3D picture things that were all the rage circa the hypercolor T-shirt era. I couldn't help but believe the owner of said truck was attempting to tell a story, perhaps even a novella, with this beautiful depiction of his vehicle being the mystic portal between Chitzen Itza and Delicate Arch. What a fantastic quasi-reality. The mural itself stood as a shrine to the very vehicle to which it was applied. I basked in its glory. I considered the heavens. I felt small. What, in my possession, could command such a journey? What could boast such historical significance? Void of an appropriate answer, I hung my head. I said farewell to the lord of lowriders and continued back to my office. Now, even as I post this blog, I can't help but realize my insignificance. I can't help but long for something more. And so my journey begins...