Every year in Grass Valley, the local classic car club, The Roamin' Angels, sponsors a classic car show.
The streets around town are closed down, booths are set up in parking lots, and the beautiful cars are lined all up and down the streets. All kinds of food is served, merchandise for most types of cars is available, and it is just a carnival atmosphere. People come from all over to show the work and the pride that they put into their vehicles.
Now, this is the Captain's thing. Since he is so good to go with me, when I drag him around on my beloved home tours, the least I could do was accompany him when he asked me. Besides I thought it would make for some interesting photography.
We are lucky that it is within walking distance of the Cottage because the parking downtown was non-existant. Of course Mr. Buddy was quite peeved with us as there are no dogs allowed.
Here is a collection of some of the cars that were being shown. You would think, by my photos, that there were mainly red cars there, but not so. For some reason they just caught my eye. It was hard to get many good pictures as there were so many people milling about.
Now on to the moral of my story. The title of this post is A CAR FOR A COTTAGE. This is the subject of that title:
This is a 1956 Chevrolet Nomad. We owned this car for 7 years and we had more fun than you can imagine with it. We went to numerous car shows where we won many awards in different categories. When we purchased it there had been extensive work done on it. It had been repainted the original color and the interior was all put back as the original was, but the engine had been modified. It is the first 'antique' that we ever bought that wasn't a basket case. We had to do absolutely nothing to it except have fun! It was beautiful, hot, fast and loud. And when we drove it, it gave new meaning to the words, Jukebox on Wheels.
Our home town, Santa Cruz, had a large car show every year called Beach Street Revival..Cars came from all over to participate. We had poker runs, scavanger hunts and on Saturday night the festivities ended with a dance at the Coconut Grove down by the beach.
So we donned our outfits that transported us back in the day and we had a good time, always.
But times change, and people change. Our kids grew up and were out on their own and we decided that we wanted to try something different, and when we finally settled on Grass Valley, and a little blue Victorian Cottage, the beautiful Chevy Nomad did us proud once more and became the means of how we were able to fulfill our new dream.
So that's the story of how the love of a car turned into the love of a Cottage...and they all lived happily ever after.
While I have your rapt attention, please go over to my friend, Courtney's, blog:
She has the most beautiful blog, you will love her and her cottage, and she has a wonderful give-away from Lowe's...You will be happy you visited her.