Ok, I need to preface this post by saying that I am NOT a car girl. I mean, I drive a 1999 CRV. B drives a 1992 Accord. That is proof if there ever was. For me, a car is there to do a job, get me from point A to point B. Yes, I admire nice cars from time to time, but I don't
need one. B would beg to differ, but he's come around over the years, and accepts that we drive what we drive in order to be able to do other things in our life.
Now, that said. I love looking at old cars. Not enough to go hunt down car shows or anything, but if I run across one of those get together things that people with old cars have, I like to stop and look. There is something about all that chrome, and shininess that draws me in.
I also look at the amazing paint colors and wonder how obsessive they are about picking that perfect color? It's an ongoing joke in the house how crazed I get when picking paint colors, but I don't think I have anything on the car people! The paint colors and undertones on some of them are like no other color I've ever seen and I'd imagine they agonize over it quite a bit.
Last month when B and I were driving back from the Olympic Peninsula we came across one of these car people gathering things (does anyone know what the official name for these things is), and we stopped to look. I'd guess that there were well over 100 cars, with more arriving continuously. What kills me, and I do mean KILLS me is seeing "vintage" cars that are the same cars that my friends drove in high school. GULP!
Of course, being me after all, I focused on details.....
This one has matching fuzzy dice, gotta love it!

check out the tail light on this one, it made me smile:

Just loved the GREEN of this car, and aren't the handles fabulous?

How about the handles of this car?


Love the hood ornaments:




Now, here's an odd coincidence. I had this post written yesterday, and scheduled to post this afternoon. Of all things to discuss with my uncle at lunch today, we discussed his vintage cars, including just how expensive it is to restore them, especially the chrome. Cue the eerie music.....