I'm sharing a post from another blog that I hope you enjoy. I need to have my wife read it and not because it is a love story, but because it says in words what is hard to describe- why some people love their cars. At least she will know there are others out there just as crazy as me over their cars. It also applies to one of my earlier posts titled 'Why Men Race' This link was sent to me by my daughter that came across it today. I feel I have a lot in common with the author and my first car was a 1953 maroon Plymouth with column shift and no power steering. I bought it for $10.00. I was 12 and I learned to drive it at the Wayne County Fairgrounds. I had to sit on a pillow to reach the controls with dad by my side. After driving that car for the first time at that young age, I was hooked for life. To think I could control a 4000 pound machine with my hands and feet was a thrill I'll always remember!
|Wayne County Fairgrounds - Palmyra, NY 2014|