Summer has arrived

The sun comes out from hiding and the temperatures climb higher. Slowly they emerge from their long winter rest and get all cleaned up. They do a few forays into the road and down the freeway. They casually wander down the main drag in town. Then when it looks like they might have disappeared again, they arrive and descend upon the town in full force. You can't go anywhere without seeing them grouped together. The townies turn out to see them go by. For a weekend in my small town, it's an on-going car show. All the old cars are out in full force and it is something to see.





























This is my little sister's favorite "holiday." Mine too, actually. For one weekend a year, the town is overrun with Chevelles and Bel Airs, Studebakers and Corvettes, old Fords and silent Packards. It's American Graffiti outfit time and ladies wander through the car shows with pony tails and in poodle skirts. Guys sit around at the various shows going on trading stories and secrets of automotive restoration. There were some real beauties in the show this year and at the cruise downtown. We wandered all over snapping pictures and listening to stories. The cars are a labor of love, reminders of good times and to some people more innocent times. It is nice to see that hobbies can be something that brings people together.

On a lighter note, I saw all of three Studebakers this weekend and you know what? Not one Bear.

"A bear in his natural habitat. A studebaker." - Fozzie the Bear