I’ve found some new-found freedom here in the Big Jak. I’ve been driving my motorcycle a lot this week, now that I finally have licence plates for it, and it’s given me some ability to get around and snap photos that I’ve not had the opportunity to take.
This girl, painted on a wall at a corner on a one-way section of Jalan Kemang Raya, watches me every time I go by her. Today, I got out and took her picture. I like her headband-ears.
Now that I’ve got mobility, I think it’s time to find some more street art.
Or is it “peek-a-Benz”?
This Datsun is parked in the alleyway that I walk to work. I’ve snapped a couple of photos of it, and the last time I did the owner was quick to inform me that it was for sale. I guess he spotted me checking it out and figured maybe he could get rid of it. I’ve actually always liked these cars, so it would have been a good fit, it I weren’t living in Jakarta.
Deep down, in my thirteen-year-old heart, I love cars like this. They speak to raw power and fun and shininess. Loud noises and pretty curves. The lines are fun to follow. It’s why, despite our need to cut our dependence on fossil fuels, these cars can bring out 15000 people on a weekend to wander around Chilliwack’s downtown and inspire them to daydream.