Some of the best finds are when I turn down a side street in an old neighborhood and see a classic outside a home garage being detailed or just dusted off or maybe cranked over. There are treasures all over. You don’t have to go to a car show to find them. Lots of them are just out and about over the weekends. Nothing like taking care of a classic. It’s like you have been entrusted to history.
I don’t have the funds or time to do this but if I did it would be on my list of new hobbies. I’m not a fan of the above one, even though I do give it bonus points for being a rag top, but I do love classic cars and motorcycles.
And then again the current crop of show stoppers isn’t that bad. I was behind this Shelby GT this weekend and they proved this thing can MOVE. Sounded real nice also. I should have had the video camera out. If you are going to motor, please be careful where you do it.
Ah, which leads me to a great worry that came unexpectedly this weekend. Apparently there is a madman with my model and color car. How do I know this, because my better half came home ranting about this car that she thought was me and wasn’t. Yes she was relieved that I wasn’t the mad man driver. But just like the guys lane splitting on the bikes on the beltway going over 100 mph, you give all of us a bad name. Don’t drive like an asshole unless you got the room, the right road and conditions.
I do this blog in case I say something worthwhile, so my family might know it.
A very important family birthday today. Every time I search for the words on how much your missed, I just pause in silence in thought about you.
Also a day of remembrance that may be overlooked with all the storm coverage.
A good photographer shoots every day. Its instinct like eating.
Do you ever start worrying about a dental appointment a few days out even though there is nothing wrong and its just a cleaning?
I write because I think, and I quickly run out of room up there.