Nobody buys cars in Seligman any more. This auto dealership has become a tattoo parlor, serving the bikers that often rumble along what is left of the abandoned Route 66. I was drawn to the scene by the incongruous juxtaposition of words -- both the old and the new.
To those willing to study details, there is still more incongruity awaiting them. The window sign itself becomes a pun, offering both “Tat” and “Toos.” A small collage of faceless bodies demonstrate the skills of the staff, and the prominent “Now Open” sign is contradicted by a padlock on the door.