I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm one of those who lives in a home where I'm the only one who maintains a constant high level of enjoyment of tinkering, working on, and enjoying my old cars. Don't get me wrong. My wife takes pride in what I have been able to accomplish with my cars. But, to her, they are not, by any stretch, a high priority on her "involvement" list. Due to her allergies, fear of potential breakdowns, love of comfort, desire to keep a low profile and for avoiding anything that calls attention to herself...finding herself conspicuously riding in a highly visible vintage auto is not high on her list.
So, on this long holiday weekend, I have had to put my cars on the back burner while we participated in our local Thanksgiving activities and visits. Finally, today, while she is getting her nails done, and out "shopping"...I pulled the little 65 year-old business coupe out, gave it a cold bath, and went for a 45 minute drive to nowhere and back home. To enhance the experience...I have a cheap little battery operated sound system playing correct period music (like Moonlight Serenade) inside the cabin and amplified speakers hidden behind the grille.
Just something about a little carefree wandering jaunt among some rural roads mixed with enough four lane urban "thumbs-up" traffic to lift my spirits. Eased her back home, up the driveway, and back into the man cave. Now, I'm ready for an evening of football, warm fire, and the company of a pleasant wife with freshly done nails.
So, on this long holiday weekend, I have had to put my cars on the back burner while we participated in our local Thanksgiving activities and visits. Finally, today, while she is getting her nails done, and out "shopping"...I pulled the little 65 year-old business coupe out, gave it a cold bath, and went for a 45 minute drive to nowhere and back home. To enhance the experience...I have a cheap little battery operated sound system playing correct period music (like Moonlight Serenade) inside the cabin and amplified speakers hidden behind the grille.
Just something about a little carefree wandering jaunt among some rural roads mixed with enough four lane urban "thumbs-up" traffic to lift my spirits. Eased her back home, up the driveway, and back into the man cave. Now, I'm ready for an evening of football, warm fire, and the company of a pleasant wife with freshly done nails.
Comment