Thoughts on driving and riding.

The Plymouth on the street,
Photo taken during the previous owner's last drive.

I have owned the Plymouth for a little over a year, and I've put approx. 600 miles on it during that time. Although I was familiar with driving manual transmission cars, it takes a while to familiarize myself with the idiosyncrasies of this particular vehicle. Age has given it it's own set of peculiarities and foibles. Besides, it was restored forty years ago, and wear has certainly taken place in the forty years since then.

 My current old bicycle.

A  mid 1980's Marin Muir Woods.
Hard to believe that it's forty years old!

Not from my childhood, but from my middle age.

 A week's worth of driving for my Plymouth.

Casa de Fruta is the only Route 66 type attraction
in my area.

While nostalgia for a time that I never knew, colors my thoughts, I deleted the color from the photographs that I took.

The Plymouth had been sitting in the garage for several months, I thought that now, with better weather, it was time to put a few miles on it.

 Thinking about Corvettes.

1968. It was a very good year.

Chevrolet Corvette.

The "it" car for my Boomer generation.

Home Improvement:

Ryobi, not the last word in power tools,
but still pretty good.

Fixing stuff.

You know that I work on my cars, but I also do a lot of work around the house.

 The birds are driving me crazy, crapping all over my Mustang!

The hood was a frequent target,
but the deck lid suffered the worst.

I'm not going to show you any pictures of that!

 What's in a name?

The first Coupe de Ville 1949.

Sometimes, quite a lot!

To me this name had always been magic.

Cadillac Coupe de Ville.