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Classic muscle car on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A detailed tattoo of a classic two-door muscle car in side profile, with chrome trim, door lines and five-spoke wheels. The car is rendered with smooth grey shading, highlights along the bodywork and dark shadows beneath it. The car fills the centre of the frame against red, inflamed-looking skin and a blue plastic covering in the background.

Realism Forearm Car Wheel

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The man at the petrol station in Skegness swore the Chevy would never make Lincoln, not with that hairline crack in the block, so Dot Pratley paid him in crisp tens and drove it out anyway. Grey as wet slate and long as a bus shelter, the car sat on the forecourt as though it had been waiting for her all along. She kept her elbow out of the window and her eyes on the flat road ahead.

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Halfway to Boston the temperature needle began to climb. She pulled onto the verge beside a field of sugar beet and lifted the bonnet to find the water hot and the fan belt singing. There was no one about but a crow on a fence post and a tractor a mile off, so she sat on the bumper and ate the cheese sandwiches she had wrapped in greaseproof paper, watching the sky turn the colour of pewter.

A lad on a bicycle came over the rise at dusk, pedalling hard, and stopped to stare at the car as if it were a ghost. He had a spanner in his coat pocket, a sister who sang in the Methodist choir, and a cousin in Wainfleet who could weld anything to anything. By the time the stars came out he had rigged a length of rubber hose from a tractor and they were both laughing at the sky like fools.

Dot got the car to Lincoln the next morning, late but running. She drove it to the coast every summer after, and the lad rode out to meet her each time, and on the fence post by the beet field the crow always waited for them both to come back down the road.