|On our Saturday bike ride, my daughter and I studied this visage carefully|
This truck face is not random, or accidental. Someone designed it, someone built it, someone bought it, all on purpose. So it is not off base to ask what the intent was, of the designer, the builder, the purchaser, the driver who took it to the grocery store and parked here: what's up with this face? Tough? Strong? Macho? Bad-ass? Dominating? It's truly a caricature of these, coming across more as a grouchy sloth, or perhaps the Master Control Program from Tron, rather than an intimidating bad-ass road dominator. The hilarious profusion of projector lamps is the best part: this thing has more eyes than a spider. With 12 lights mounted in the eye positions, do the driving or fog lamps down low actually add something more? 12 wasn't enough, 14 just about does it? And wouldn't that unibrow wind deflector sort of work against the hood scoop? My eleven year-old daughter sat right in front of this grill on her small bicycle, and laughed: Dad, is this for real?