Friends,
Mister and Missus puppy dog started the weekend staring. Staring at flowers…
…staring at your humble photographer…
So when we trundled down to the desert, they were locked in the backyard at the parents’ house and I took my Dad down to the car show (on his suggestion). Here are some pictures of that…
For instance, here’s a picture of Dad not even remotely considering getting himself a motorcycle.
And here’s a shot of a Jowett Jupiter in a state where you can observe where motor oil is likely to puke out (read: everywhere. It’s British.)
How about the nicest flame paint ever? Can anyone say “Jeepster?”
By the way. Exactly one black man showed up and he brought the stereotypical Cadillac low rider, replete with trunk-filling battery pack, hydraulics, and fake convertible vinyl top. Does anyone even do this anymore?
Neat pinstripes. Um, Jeepster?
Other neat stuff…
The owner of this Corvette has his (her?) priorities. The car was falling apart in front of us, but the elaborate eagle mural on the hood, the tape stripes on the engine accessories (!), and the general yellow spray paint theme should look nice on the back of the tow truck.
Here though is the shamble-rific rat rod. Plywood floor AND firewall! The owner is still alive, so make your own judgements.
Your pal,
bob