| "We commit countless unpaid hours to the maintenance of these vehicles." |
When driving your vintage car on a summer day, you can pull up to a red light right
next to a new BMW or Porsche and the folks in the crosswalk will make a fuss over
your car. "Wow, what year is it?" "Nice car!" You do not need to be operating a
"Best of Show" or a Yenko to evoke this kind of response.I am an adult, I have been for quite some time, and I do patronize drinking establishments. On a warm evening, parking my car outside a said establishment usually results in numerous conversations with folks entering and exiting. The hood comes up, the doors swung upon and occasionally the trunk is popped. This is Cool. Once entering the water hole, perhaps a few folks will approach you and inquire, "Is that your car parked out yonder?" Cool. Once again, let's be honest, we are not Arthur Fonzerelli. If we subjected ourselves to the Cool-o-Meter (a device developed by NASA in the '60's and currently only used by Hollywood) we may come up a bit short. However, if we factor in that we daily drive a classic car, then the Cool-o-Meter might just be pinned. What's lost on the casual observer is the fact that we spend our hard earned dollars and commit countless unpaid hours to the maintenance of these vehicles. Well, that's sort of the point. We really don't drive these cars for "them." It's a labor of love. I feel "cool" just driving my car to work and driving to work is generally considered "un-cool."  continued... |
