Crashing through the space-time continuum under a bright pink neon sky, the delicate pastel-blue swallow emerges on the other side...only to encounter the legendary Thunderbird. Seeing is believing, pictures don't lie, and here's the photo to prove it!

It all happened just this way--reflected off the hood of a white '57 T-Bird convertible parked under a glowing sign, just after sunset, at the Blue Swallow Motel.