Haiku and photograph by myself.
Two years after 9.11, I was in NYC. I walked all over the city, including the ground zero. I came across this scene during my roaming, probably somewhere in Soho.
When I was young, like in junior high school age, I used to watch American TV programs, and was awed by all the material wealth. To me, big trucks, and big V8 cars were always the symbol of the wealth. Time has changed and cars have gotten smaller, but trucks have not, still as big and mighty as the dinosaurs.