I wish I had a photo

I usually have my camera with me, but last night, I didn’t. I carry the camera in a belt pouch at my left hip, and it wasn’t appropriate with the outfit I was wearing. I was driving at the time, anyway, so it would have been difficult to take a good photo, even if someone else had been the driver.

Imagine, if you will, your generic compact car, colored dark brown where the rust hadn’t eaten through the body, with a home-made, two-level wooden spoiler on the trunk lid.

I say “two-level,” rather than “two-airfoil,” because there was no airfoil cross-section to them; they were just flat pieces of 1×12. It didn’t look to me that the vehicle could go fast enough for them to provide any effect, either.

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