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Another one bites the dust. I shot this one early this morning. The Lincoln-Mercury dealership on 8th Avenue South, in my old neighborhood. I go way back with this one — i used to come here with my father, when I was a little kid. The signs on the doors of these places are always upbeat — they always say “we’ve moved!”, or consolidated with another location, but we all know the real truth.
I actually tried to buy a car at this place about two years ago. This dealership was one of the real old-timer mentalities; I was greeted by this awesome salesman, dressed in an orange three-piece suit, with matching tie, and a fedora atop his head, complete with feather.
I’m not sure why I keep shooting these pictures; they’re all starting to look alike. But my father used to trade cars all the time, when I was little, so he’d drag me around to these dealerships. I don’t even care about these pictures, as pictures; they’re just empty rooms with bad drop-ceilings. I think I just go there to pay my respects, like you go to Funeral Homes, when someone dies.