It's Wednesday, and it's sunny outside, mild and pleasant. Let's go to the cruise-in at the Dairy Queen tonight after supper for a little ice cream with our gasoline.
Wonder what we'll see this week.
Probably will be a few "shoebox" Chevys.
How about Mustangs? Think we might see some Mustangs?
Oh, yeah, we've got plenty of Mustangs. A whole herd of pony cars.
Mopars? Got a few of those, too.
There seems to be a run on Chevy IIs and Chevelles tonight.
It really wouldn't be a cruise-in without a few "traditional"-style hot rods.
I'm not sure what the deal is with the giant plastic insects on the grille. The owner of the '37 Ford said it was his grandson's idea--but the flame-jobbed panel truck had one too. Mere coincidence, or are grille bugs the new fuzzy dice?
What else do we have? Camaros, old-school...
...and new.
The inscription on the 2010's mirror really sets it off.
There's a Goat. Gotta have at least one Goat at a cruise-in.
We've also got a Trans-Am...
...and a 'Vette or three...
...and a few other odds and ends..
...and what might be called comic relief.
I remember this '59 Belvedere from last summer. It used to be black. The new color really suits it.
Fifty years old, and it still looks like the car of the future.
This '62 Bel-Air with a 409 is another frequent visitor.
One thing that always impresses me is how clean the engine bays are in many of these cars.
Amid all the high-output high-testosterone iron, there's this soft-sprung, lumbering, mid-70s land barge. Clean, pristine, lovingly-restored, with "classic" disco-era vinyl roof and interior. It's probably in better shape than the day it left the factory--all the screws are tight and the panels all line up properly!
Why put so much effort into restoring a car like this? It's gotta be the love.
That's what cruise-in night is really all about. The irrational emotion we feel for our rides, and the friendships and fellowships we develop when we share that affection with others.
Well, that and the ice cream.
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