I’ve brought you two cars from Cruisin’ the Coast – officially billed as the the country’s largest block party. I only made it out to one day of activities and even that was not a representative sampling of all that was available during Cruisin’. Things were just starting to gear up when Sweet Husband and I made our way down Highway 90 and eventually stopped at the mall parking lot so I could take a few pictures here and there.
As I’ve gotten older, I find that I appreciate those older cars more and more. When I was younger I wanted a 65 Mustang (who didn’t?) and then I wanted a restored VW bug (again…what girl didn’t?) but those cars were never to be for me. Closest I came to driving a classic car was the summer after I got my license, and I had the opportunity to drive my grandmother’s late 70s Monte Carlo. Fun drive particularly over the hills of southwest Missouri where I’m pretty sure we caught some air, but not exactly classic.
When I’m out and about with my camera, I like to ask people if I can take their picture…or take pictures of their property. I don’t know that I’ve ever really had the desire to touch one of the cars – perhaps sit behind the wheel of a particularly cherry ride – but touching it doesn’t do a whole lot for me. I’m glad to know that this particular cruiser had his wishes clearly stated. He wasn’t around for me to ask if I could take pictures so I just snapped away.
Present or not, it was a beautiful shiny piece of American history. When I see these cars, I can’t help but hear Johnny Cash’s “One Piece at a Time,”, even though very few of these cars could ever be considered anything like the fictional vehicle Cash put together.