Spent a hot Oklahoma day at a car show today. Felt good to get out of town,
and away from the recent mess I have gotten myself into.
298 cars registered at the show, many others shown, but not judged. 'Sheba (the only Stude at the show) came home empty handed today, and that's OK, the competition was STRONG and
plentiful! This is the show I took both Studes to last year, and won a nice
prize with 'Sheba, and the grand prize of two round trip airline tickets to
anywhere in the U.S. So, I reckon that made up for this year!
But, I think I may have found a new nitch. I ran onto a vehicle that has
changed my whole perspective of car shows. I have to admit, I love car
shows, but am getting tired of the routine of constantly having to repair
and detail to the degree that it takes to be "successful." I know I could
just let my Studes go, but the "competition" aspect is what has challenged
me to keep from doing that. I can't help it, I'm anal, and although I like
to (and do) drive the wheels off of my Studes, I can't stand the thought of
just "relaxing," and letting them run down.
The guy who's car I am about to introduce you to has absolutely the right
idea! Enjoy your old car. Drive it to shows. (Yes, he DROVE IT to the
show!) Once he got there, he had more fun, and put more smiles on more faces
than any of the 300+ other vehicles there today.
He used not one drop of elbow grease, water, soap, wax, DWG, tire dressing,
or anything else, and he had a ball! He made my day, and several other
folks' day! While I have walked over to several folks to complement them on
the cars they toiled over to present at a show, today is the first time I
ever walked up to anyone, shook their hand, and THANKED them for bringing
their vehicle to a show!
I failed to take my camera today, so had to ask a friend to shoot pictures
of this vehicle for me. He took far too few pictures, and missed way too
many details, but here are some of the pics he took. In order to truly
enjoy the full impact of this vehicle, one must take several minutes, and
look closely at just about every 2 square foot area, as there are little
surprises and messages all over, inside and out. I'm quite sure I didn't
catch them all.
There is a fellow either dead, or taking a nap on top of the vehicle. There
is a still in the back of the vehicle. The sign you can just barely see on
the left sez, "Revenoors Bewair." The tool box on the front bumper is full
of antique tools.
At the end of the
chain protruding from the front bumper is a chicken being choked by the
chain. He is wearing "OU" socks. (Won't mean much to someone not from OK.)
The "guy" under the vehicle has a funnel in his mouth, and is catching
drippings from the still. On the running board is a button to push in order
to file a complaint. The button triggers a steel trap, and there are
several bloody fingers lying around the trap. Hanging off of one of the
sticks sticking out the back of the vehicle is a thunder pot, with a sign
that reads, "Taked from under Momma's side of the bed." Under the left
front tire is a squashed chicken. Too many other funny little this's and
that's to mention.
Pretty well sums it
up, but not really. The wild animal box contains a prank that scares the
pants off of the kids, much to the joy of everybody watching.
When I go back into retirement, I think I just might relieve myself of a
couple of PITAs, and build me a new Studebaker show vehicle. It breaks my
heart that that won't happen before Omaha. <G> I'm ready to lighten up!
and away from the recent mess I have gotten myself into.
298 cars registered at the show, many others shown, but not judged. 'Sheba (the only Stude at the show) came home empty handed today, and that's OK, the competition was STRONG and
plentiful! This is the show I took both Studes to last year, and won a nice
prize with 'Sheba, and the grand prize of two round trip airline tickets to
anywhere in the U.S. So, I reckon that made up for this year!
But, I think I may have found a new nitch. I ran onto a vehicle that has
changed my whole perspective of car shows. I have to admit, I love car
shows, but am getting tired of the routine of constantly having to repair
and detail to the degree that it takes to be "successful." I know I could
just let my Studes go, but the "competition" aspect is what has challenged
me to keep from doing that. I can't help it, I'm anal, and although I like
to (and do) drive the wheels off of my Studes, I can't stand the thought of
just "relaxing," and letting them run down.
The guy who's car I am about to introduce you to has absolutely the right
idea! Enjoy your old car. Drive it to shows. (Yes, he DROVE IT to the
show!) Once he got there, he had more fun, and put more smiles on more faces
than any of the 300+ other vehicles there today.
He used not one drop of elbow grease, water, soap, wax, DWG, tire dressing,
or anything else, and he had a ball! He made my day, and several other
folks' day! While I have walked over to several folks to complement them on
the cars they toiled over to present at a show, today is the first time I
ever walked up to anyone, shook their hand, and THANKED them for bringing
their vehicle to a show!
I failed to take my camera today, so had to ask a friend to shoot pictures
of this vehicle for me. He took far too few pictures, and missed way too
many details, but here are some of the pics he took. In order to truly
enjoy the full impact of this vehicle, one must take several minutes, and
look closely at just about every 2 square foot area, as there are little
surprises and messages all over, inside and out. I'm quite sure I didn't
catch them all.
There is a fellow either dead, or taking a nap on top of the vehicle. There
is a still in the back of the vehicle. The sign you can just barely see on
the left sez, "Revenoors Bewair." The tool box on the front bumper is full
of antique tools.
At the end of the
chain protruding from the front bumper is a chicken being choked by the
chain. He is wearing "OU" socks. (Won't mean much to someone not from OK.)
The "guy" under the vehicle has a funnel in his mouth, and is catching
drippings from the still. On the running board is a button to push in order
to file a complaint. The button triggers a steel trap, and there are
several bloody fingers lying around the trap. Hanging off of one of the
sticks sticking out the back of the vehicle is a thunder pot, with a sign
that reads, "Taked from under Momma's side of the bed." Under the left
front tire is a squashed chicken. Too many other funny little this's and
that's to mention.
Pretty well sums it
up, but not really. The wild animal box contains a prank that scares the
pants off of the kids, much to the joy of everybody watching.
When I go back into retirement, I think I just might relieve myself of a
couple of PITAs, and build me a new Studebaker show vehicle. It breaks my
heart that that won't happen before Omaha. <G> I'm ready to lighten up!
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