[JennysCool]

One named Summer, one named Love.

The ironic symbols of the Mayor’s “Summer of Love.”

[dfwgator]

And the Driver must have been a Blue Oyster Cult Fan:

On the night we ride, this ain’t the summer of love.
This ain’t the garden of eden
There ain’t no angels above
And things ain’t like what they used to be
And this ain’t the summer of love
This ain’t the summer, this ain’t, this ain’t
This ain’t the summer of love