The week started and ended with crowds and classics. Last Sunday a family reunion on Pat's side had the crowd regaling in a photo showing some classic relations.
By Friday we were headed to Michigan in our classic Dakota when it stalled out in the crowded approach lanes of the International Bridge (Very bad if it had happened ON the bridge!). Eventually I got it started --- but it would only start in Neutral, not Park (any guesses what's the problem??). Had to quickly cancel calls for a tow and a Canadian Tire appointment. Then to Royal Oak to be royally hosted by proud parents Nikki and Christie, with truck-loving Gavin. They're only a mile from the biggest classic car cruise on earth, the Woodward Dream Cruise. 30,000 vehicles adored by a million gawkers all sparkling together like sequins on Elvis. The other Pat in the family came down to share the colours and characters on the road--- while I drooled at the beauties, my life passing in front of me on wheels.
It's impossible to put the giddiness in words or to limit it to a dozen pictures but here's a tiny sample. Absolutely beautiful classics on a historic American road, rolling by with proud drivers or whacky show-offs. Gorgeous colour combos like coral and pearl. Iconic numbers like 409 or 442 or C10. Words steeped in the car culture like Golden Commando or Goat or ragtop or Big Block. It doesn't get any better than this.
Pat's fave? The rare 1947 Ford drop-top, a post-war renewal of optimism. She liked the BAM! of the paint job and stripes. For me, the 1962 Dodge ragtop in fiery red and sunny white. The sweet spot in my love of classic cars ---- it could have been made in my home town, could have been worked on by my dad. Just plain WOW.
By Friday we were headed to Michigan in our classic Dakota when it stalled out in the crowded approach lanes of the International Bridge (Very bad if it had happened ON the bridge!). Eventually I got it started --- but it would only start in Neutral, not Park (any guesses what's the problem??). Had to quickly cancel calls for a tow and a Canadian Tire appointment. Then to Royal Oak to be royally hosted by proud parents Nikki and Christie, with truck-loving Gavin. They're only a mile from the biggest classic car cruise on earth, the Woodward Dream Cruise. 30,000 vehicles adored by a million gawkers all sparkling together like sequins on Elvis. The other Pat in the family came down to share the colours and characters on the road--- while I drooled at the beauties, my life passing in front of me on wheels.
It's impossible to put the giddiness in words or to limit it to a dozen pictures but here's a tiny sample. Absolutely beautiful classics on a historic American road, rolling by with proud drivers or whacky show-offs. Gorgeous colour combos like coral and pearl. Iconic numbers like 409 or 442 or C10. Words steeped in the car culture like Golden Commando or Goat or ragtop or Big Block. It doesn't get any better than this.
Pat's fave? The rare 1947 Ford drop-top, a post-war renewal of optimism. She liked the BAM! of the paint job and stripes. For me, the 1962 Dodge ragtop in fiery red and sunny white. The sweet spot in my love of classic cars ---- it could have been made in my home town, could have been worked on by my dad. Just plain WOW.
I love the VW, and its doggie passenger! It was so nice to see you both and we’re already looking forward to next year
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