A Leisurely Fall Saturday

Friday afternoon when I was driving into town, I was stopped at an intersection and noticed across the street six or eight small size trucks turned monster-trucks.  They were parked and displayed in front of a gas station and I was sorry I didn't have my camera with me.  I thought maybe when I returned home I would come back and take pictures, but when I got home we were having a impromptu celebration dinner.

Saturday morning we decided to head out and get our vehicles washed by a local Boy Scout troop that our friends’ son belongs to and is sponsored and supported by the local Kiwanis club where my husband, Larry, is a member.  I called about going to get my new boots with bling but since they don’t have a real store front and do lots of local events, there was no answer; so I will have to wait until one day during the week.  We dropped off the truck for its wash job and headed out to take pictures of the monster trucks.

Just my luck, the trucks were gone.  Disappointed, I vowed to start carrying my camera when I go out (let’s see if I can remember that).  Larry remembered someone had posted about a vintage car show at the local Chevy dealer so we headed that direction.

We pulled in and sure enough on the back lot we could see the cars and trucks.  We found a great parking space and began to wander and I started snapping photos.  There is just something romantic about the old cars from the 30’s, 40’s, and 50’s.  Stock, they are cool but customized they are spectacular.  Oldies music was blaring on the outdoor speakers and that added to the ambiance of cruising the aisles looking at the cars and trucks of every make, model, and color.

We ran into a friend of ours, Gary MacDonald who was showing his  Plymouth Road Runner.  We haven’t seen Gary in a few months and running into old friends is always a pleasure.  Gary was just about to leave; his grandson had a soccer game and that trumps cars.

Okay this made up for the missing the monster trucks, but I am still sorry I didn't get pictures of them.  We headed back to pick up Larry’s clean truck and he will stay and get my car washed.  It was a nice leisurely fall Saturday doing running around doing small town errands.