And She'll Have Fun, Fun, Fun Till Her Daddy Takes Her T-Bird Away...

Ah, summertime. My favorite time of the year. A time of heat, of relaxation, long walks, trips to the beach, vacation excursions, short skirts, flip flops, tan lines, iced tea and lots of time outside. It's the time of year where you almost escape from the grind, sometimes even take a trip down memory lane. And for me, that trip includes frequenting classic car shows.

There is something magical about seeing these amazing machines with all their intricate details, curves, bright colors, fierce roaring engines as they come down the street or line the pavement. I feel like I am engrossed in a part of history.
Not only do I enjoy admiring these mechanical works of art, I relish the time I spend capturing their images with my camera while talking to the owners of the vehicles. One gentleman, in his late 70s, told me about his 1940s Buick Truck and how he only takes it out for shows and to take his new lady (his wife had died several years ago) courting in. When I admired one guy's porche, he informed me it was his dad's - he pointed to an older gentleman sitting in a chair curbside - and how it was his job now to drive his dad to shows in it because his dad couldn't drive it any longer. I asked if I could take on that job sometime!

One guy, who owned a blue stingray corvette, saw me taking pictures of the car and wanted me to sit inside so he could take a picture of me. While I declined his offer - the outside of the car was a lot more breathtaking than the inside - he went on to tell me he'd been through three marriages and two houses but somehow this car remained in his life. Hmmmmm...

Lucky for me, I've been spoiled because my uncle has a '64 Chevy Impala SS convertible and a friend of mine owns a '65 Buick Electra 225. This gives me the opportunity, on occasion, to actually get to ride around in a classic beauty. It is such a thrill to hear the rumble of the engine and to have people stare as we drive past them.

I've had several guys ask me, "Which one's yours?" at smaller shows. Gosh, I wish I had one, but I tell them that I'm just scoping out which model I will strive to own one day. As one lady told me - she owns a Mustang and her husband owns a '63 Chevy Impala - I hope that someday (soon) you'll get your dream car - the one that gives you goosebumps and makes you feel like the coolest chick in the world!

So, that's my goal. Perhaps one day I'll be writing about MY car!