I WANT THIS CAR

OR ONE LIKE IT–OR AT LEAST A RIDE.

The trouble with gawking at other people’s old cars is it provokes a profound desire to have one. Visits to show and shines, roving the hills to find relics to photograph and attending various old car events feed my appetite for automotive beauty. And now I want an old car for my own.

This is a silly desire because I have neither the skill nor the talent to maintain one. I don’t even know anyone who’d be a willing volunteer. In fact, I don’t know anyone who shares my passion for old cars other than the new momentary friends I meet at car events.

And old cars tend to be awfully expensive. (You know this.) Such rational thinking changes nothing. I still want this car. And I know I could never achieve the level of finish or even maintain it as well as the owner of this beauty has.

42 Ford

When I saw this Black Ford cruise within five feet of me, I was tempted to jump in the passenger seat and say, “Let’s Go.” I didn’t have the nerve this time, but next time I see a ‘42 Ford Convertible that close, I will do something to get a ride…