We met at the parking lot where, almost every Saturday, a bunch of people gather. They bring their own interesting cars, then stand around drinking coffee while looking at (and talking about) other peoples' cars. Considering the date, I was surprised to see that this was perhaps the largest such gathering so far.
Familiarity has made me a bit jaded, I guess, and I can pass by most new Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Aston Martins, Porsches and the like without breaking stride. That doesn't mean no one brings cars that make me stop and stare. In some rare cases, I may even feel a twinge of desire to own them.
A good example is this mildly customized '62 Cadillac...
Everyone loves cute little Nash Metropolitans, right?
Here's one that's slightly less cute, but certainly faster than any original...
This gorgeous Packard falls into the I'd-love-to-own-it category...
Of course the best thing about this show is that it starts and ends early! I got there by 7:45, looked around, took care of business and was on the freeway heading back here by 10:30.
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When I was a boy I had a ride in a '62 four-door Caddy. A local farmer, his kids (who were schoolmates) and I went to someplace I have since forgotten. It's being in an honest-to-God Caddy when you're a yong car nut that's important. It was the same color as that coupe, too.
I sure love cute little Metropolitans. I saw photos of one converted into a snowmobile a while back...
I would love the Nash. I love little cars they are so much fun. Maybe it is the girlie thing with me.
Roz
Love that Caddy! My grandfather always drove them--never new ones, always the oldies. Wish I had a convertible one.
No Pink Cadillacs huh? Crushed velvet seats....
you know the rest :)
Oh man, is that Packard gorgeous!! And that Metropolitan...My dad had a black and white '59 that I learned to drive on. I was 9, and I thought I was hots**t. Relatively speaking, compared to my friends riding their Schwinn's, guess I was. What memories! :)
The second Metro is more my, ummmmm, speed, lowandslow.
It reminds me of my high school days, when a classmate and his dad stuffed a "283" Chevy motor in one....
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