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.