Our small village, with population of 1,000, has a car show and street dance every year. We always attend but this year I decided to take along my camera.
It’s fun to listen to all the ole’ timers reminisce about the days when cars were
built sturdy and were reliable.
Some of these beasts could fit a family of 10 in there.
I am still on the lookout for an old Ford truck. I don’t want it all spit shined and fancy. I want it rusty and beat up.
I want to drive with the windows down on our dirt road and not care about how dusty it gets.
I am so glad we did this yesterday because the hot, hot, weather is
moving our way.
It was a fun, free day spent with my hubby!