I’m taking a slight detour today from the usual photo-a-day routine. I was cleaning out and moving some of my stored images and found these two. They are from the tour we took of the classic cars a few months ago. There are a lot of collectors in southern Arizona because of the dry air here which contributes to the lack of rust.
I like cars. I always have. Maybe my brother’s love for them rubbed off on me. When I was a kid he talked about cars a lot. The first one we had that I remember him driving was a 1950 Plymouth. It was just the three of us at the time … my mom, my brother and me. It was given to us by my grandparents, when they bought a new 1956 Chevy Bel-Air. Gosh, how can I remember all that when sometimes I can’t remember why I just walked into the next room?
I’ll always remember the good times we had around that old car. Hope you enjoy these. Click to enlarge. Namaste’