Old Cars

Old Chevy truck.

I'm not a big car nut by any means, but there's one type of vehicle that always makes me stop, and that's a classic car. There's something about the lines I respond to. And it's not just cars; this old truck was the coolest thing I've seen in awhile. I'd love to tool around town in this thing. It says whoever drives it is down. 

Made for truckin'.

Like, "I'm a farmer who's been around since the early 60s, when there was nothing but corn fields around here, sonny. You're a newcomer." How much fun would it be to see a drive-in with this here thing? A rootin tootin' kind of fun, kiddo. I'd love to pile up some pumpkins and hay in the back, and I don't even have a farm.

Check out my grill front.

The hood was open the day before, sitting in the parking lot of a local garage, so I got a good look at the works. There's a long, narrow gas tank in the front, and the original fan (rusted out, of course) sits right behind the grill to cool the engine off. The interior was tight, too: still the same upholstery on the seats, with the all the old-fashioned knobs intact. I know it's not practical to have an old timer like this in the driveway, but compared to the generic Corolla's and Hyundai's of the world, there's just nothing funkier than a joint that looks like this. '69 Mustang? I'm there. That's my year.

I'm a road trip kind of trekker. You?

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Small Town America: Hitchin' a Ride

Bus stop reflection

I love road trips by car, bus, or rail. As a result, I feel comfortable using mass transit way more than your average, car-obsessed American. I like looking out the window at the scenery, or maybe taking a few pictures, or listening to music, or just thinking (or not), which is easy to do when someone else is doing the driving.

Thumbing it for the camera

I grew up in a suburb that is mass transit-challenged, because it serves mainly as a bedroom community for city workers. In the morning and the evenings, hopping on a bus or a train is great because it's quick and easy, but other than those specific times, you have to wait for the slow bus that ambles up to the stop on country time.

On one such day, I took pictures and danced around to pass the time, because in the burning daylight of a noontime bus stop, there ain't much else to do.

  Happy trails to you, today.