Oh, wait, that’s not actually what it is. According to the Internet, July 14th is, among other things, National Collector Car Appreciation Day. The thing is, around here, it’s more of a daily addiction.
I’ve been around a changing variety of old cars all my life. My dad buys and sells old cars almost like a pro, and when I was little my mom got herself a classic Mustang (though it was almost new at the time). My hub sees classic cars as the cheapest way to go, because he can fix them himself. He does an amazing job of that, but they can still get really expensive. They are also beautiful to look at when they’re in good shape, and it’s fun to think about all they might have seen. Decades of hauling people and stuff!
So, we have–get ready–five classic Fords. There’s that ’67 Mustang of my mom’s which has endured several teenagers and is awaiting a new engine. Hub’s daily driver/workhorse (’65), his heavy-duty truck (’64), and two older model trucks that are currently just driveway decorations but will someday do the daily and heavy work instead of the ones currently in use. Classic cars everywhere you look at my house.
They’re so BIG, and expensive and time consuming and sometimes they even cause physical damage to their humans. How could we continue to love these old cars if it wasn’t an addiction?
So, when I was making our July 4th plans to attend a local small town Firehouse Pancake Breakfast, I asked Hub what he wanted to do.
“Is there a car show somewhere?”
Why, yes, there is, not more than two shakes from the Firehouse! It was a lovely show, too, lots of nice cars, several models I’d never seen before or hadn’t seen in years, and one whole block full of MG’s.
I found a new favorite in the lineup. It’s a ’53, called a “Custom” and yes, you guessed it, it’s a Ford.
AND, I got a lovely new sunhat that day, too.