strolling through the marshall's parking lot with my sister and nieces, i stumbled across a canary yellow mustang that beckoned to me with it's license plate.
being on vacation in california and all, i was feeling it. some attitude was definitely called for. i mustered up this one, though not convinced it was appropriate. maybe i'm just unsure how to interact with yellow mustangs bearing my moniker. or maybe it's that my california isn't really about palm trees....
wait! could this be the "fucking mustard" emre once referred to? definietly evokes french's.
photos courtesy allyson ahlstrom and her cellphone.