Curbside piece of Cadillac art, which exhaled the moldy seawater smell of a good old (as compared to "used" or "vintage") bookstore.
The second photo makes me laugh a lot -- Dü almost looks to be rolling his eyes.
Next: What the hell is a condom dispenser doing in Powell's men's room? Do they sell mud flaps and unbreakable combs on some floor of the City of Books that I've not visited yet? Then: possibly the greatest worst paperback cover I've ever seen. One way or the other, there's no way the innards could live up/down to the outside.