Cadillac Ranch feels like a living postcard that you get to write on yourself, right in the Texas Panhandle under a big sky that seems to cheer you on.
You step out by the I 40 Frontage Road and the colors leap toward you, bright tags layered on ten tail fins that rise like a funky skyline.
The desert light shifts and the chrome ghosts glow, and every spray can hiss adds a new story to the pile…