Classics
I love classic cars. Not that I can afford one, but I do so love them. There is a beauty to a well cared for classic car that just makes me smile. Today I passed a small classic car show on my way back from my little trail run, and I had to stop. Hungry as I was, I wanted a few moments to walk around and just gaze at these beautiful gems.
One in particular caught my attention, and I stared forlornly at it as it's owner got in, backed it out and drove it slowly away. It was a '57 Chevy Bel Aire, tan in color. I was immediately transported back in memory to my father's Chevy Bel Aire. His was brown, and I remember sitting in it and pretending to drive, taking a nap on the seat, and helping fill the trunk with mulch for the garden or apples from the neighbor's tree. That trunk was huge.
I remember Dad teaching my brother to drive it, and me demanding that he teach me too and told him he should teach me to drive at the same age my brother was then. It didn't work that way, we moved and no longer had the safe, huge yard to start in or that huge Bel Aire.
I was sad when we left it behind.
The Bel Aire I saw today was for sale. I knew it would be priced close to 30K, so I didn't even look at the sale board in it's window. I just watched it motor away and remembered that big ole car in the driveway back in Rochester.
Yeah... I love classic cars.
One in particular caught my attention, and I stared forlornly at it as it's owner got in, backed it out and drove it slowly away. It was a '57 Chevy Bel Aire, tan in color. I was immediately transported back in memory to my father's Chevy Bel Aire. His was brown, and I remember sitting in it and pretending to drive, taking a nap on the seat, and helping fill the trunk with mulch for the garden or apples from the neighbor's tree. That trunk was huge.
I remember Dad teaching my brother to drive it, and me demanding that he teach me too and told him he should teach me to drive at the same age my brother was then. It didn't work that way, we moved and no longer had the safe, huge yard to start in or that huge Bel Aire.
I was sad when we left it behind.
The Bel Aire I saw today was for sale. I knew it would be priced close to 30K, so I didn't even look at the sale board in it's window. I just watched it motor away and remembered that big ole car in the driveway back in Rochester.
Yeah... I love classic cars.