Vroom, Vroooom

For a small town of 1100 people,

there is never a shortage of things to do...

this weekend the 4-H County Achievement Days

were going on 

along with

a city-wide rummage sale,

the Prairie Hills Art Show,

and 

the Foothills Classic Car & Tractor Show!

  The sound of thunder, lightening and 

garden-soaking rain woke me up at 5a.m!!

I waited out the short rain storm, then headed

out to the garden and picked a basket full of zinnias....

My Goal:

to fill up as many vintage mason jars

as I can and spread some smiles around town!

I set up my flower cart on the porch

at Sweet Grass and talked cars, flowers, and art

with passer-bys and looky-lous....

In between visits I wandered up and down 

main street with my camera (of course)...

There were some really awesome

cars on display!!

Barney must've been in the 

hardware store buying bullets....

Across from Barney Fife's police car

was this cute little red truck!

Why do old red trucks 

always make me smile??

I bet this guy is careful about 

parking near any beaver huts!!

(now that's some master wood crafting!!)....

I think I would've given this guy

all of my zinnias to sit behind the 

wheel of his gorgeous Pontiac convertible!....

 

 This old Ford looked most at home

on Main Street Wessington Springs.

It should, because it was originally purchased 

in Wess. Springs in 1964 at Warner Motors.

 

It's current owner is one of Wessington Springs

adopted good-old-boys...

Now retired from delivering packages,

he probably knows every resident in Wessington Springs,

all of their kid's names, their address, their hobbies, 

and probably their dogs' name too!!

the truck's got a good owner

and a smart one too

(see his motto in the passenger window?)

 He knew every little known fact

about the year "1964"!

Maybe because him and his 

dog spend too many weekends

at car shows talkin' about trucks?

 

There were fleets of tractors....

Farmalls

and 

John Deeres

Fords too....

 

 But the cars 

intrigued me the most,

especially the ones 

covered in chrome!

 Usually it's a song that will

spark a memory in my mind...

today it was a Pontiac!

I stood there and staired at the console 

and was over-whelmed by good memories

of my hot-rodding brother.

The day he gave me a ride in his '67 Grand Prix.

I was awestruck by the chrome and the wood

everywhere and then he floored it!!

He was the coolest brother ever!

 Today I had to call him and

remind him of that!

In my family, brothers and cars were 

just part of the landscape...

there was usually always a car or two

in the driveway with legs sticking

out from under neath it or a head 

buried somewhere between a transmission

and a carburetor

usually with oil everywhere

and cuss words flowing profusely!

Oh those were the days! 

Neither of them still have any of their classic cars now,

but I bet this post

will light up some old fires!

 

 I know I'd love to 

ride down memory lane

in an old classic!

 Pack up my Packard

and I'm down the road...

 My Dad didn't always approve of his 

boys' cars and hot-roddin' ways,

but, (truth be known)

he probably did the same things

when he was a boy!

 

-Dad-

Thanks for the memories, boys!

Lisa

p.s. I can't believe I don't have one picture of that 

burgundy Pontiac Grand Prix!! I'm pretty sure it never

sat still long enough for a Kodak moment!!