The Car Show

Project 15 - Day 2

In early February we attended an antique car show with my big sis and her hubby. The fact that I have just now located these files after six weeks is an embarrassment. But this is not going to be a glass half empty post. The files were not carelessly deleted as I once thought and that is reason enough to celebrate.

Who would have thought I would enjoy spending a couple of hours looking at vintage automobiles? Certainly not me. With the exception of the snazzy, red, "58" corvette that I would look quite youthful driving, old cars do not excite me. However, put a camera in my hand and it's a whole new ball game.

I think this creamy white car might have been a Rolls Royce but please don't ask about the red one. I have no idea what it is, other than shiny and colorful.

The blue Bel Air I remember. Mainly because we had a 1957 or 58 black and yellow one when I was growing up. It looked like a giant bumble bee rolling down the highway.

The Kid had a VW Bug much like the one pictured below. It was before my time but I've heard the stories. My big sis had a white one. She taught me how to drive it since I didn't know a thing about shifting gears. I was a good student. I listened carefully and did everything she instructed me to do, including never shifting into 4th gear. She said that I would not need it. I didn't, until one day while driving along the highway at 55 mph (conservatively speaking) one of my passengers tired of the grinding noise and enlightened me. I have not failed to use 4th gear since.

The blue Beatle is actually a reflection in the side of a shiny black Mustang. Shiny, black cars are good like that.

This one just screams hot rod doesn't it. Surely there were yellow flames painted on its sides. All self-respecting hot rods had yellow flames didn't they?

And then there is this car show staple. Enough said.

The End.