We decided to go check out all the old cars at the car show yesterday (Atlantic Nationals). AWESOME. As someone who sorta has always dreamed of rebuilding a car, it’s cool to see some of these. And odd to think that my father remembers when all of them were new cars. So much more character than today’s sedans. And there was a very very sweet looking Shelby just sitting there…le sigh…
At least Vivian is inheriting my love for flames. The best was the car painted black with SPARKLES in the paint. I want that car. Vivian really liked the one that was completely hot pink. It was a bit much for me.
While walking, we met Chico. I feel very very sorry for Chico, I really do.
Then came the waiting for the bus. As much as I love to not have a car, the transit system in this city would make even a diehard dirty hippie wish for a car. They are never on time. If they would just change the schedules to match…
It ended up that we had missed the one we needed, so we went for an extra long ride. Both little ladies nodded off. Rosalyn did so in a slightly more ladylike manner.
And Mommy got a sunburn. Good times. But hey! The sun is out!
Spin Me I Pulsate 
That picture of Vivian totally cracked me up. Thanks for the giggles first thing in the morning.
sleeping exhausted children whose dreams are full of glittery flames. i can’t think of much better.
especially the exhausted part. this poor teenager on the bus looked so relieved when Vivian finally fell asleep! And I can’t blame him!
They are adorable.
the girls are sweet, maybe especially Vivian in her “toothless old man napping” pose, and praise be for the sun, finally…but Chico? alas, poor Chico.
do dogs blush?
Chico seemed like one of those old senile people who retain a sense of self in the back of their head enough to desire to bite your fingers off.
Poor, poor Chico…
Car show are cool. I like the older one all cherry out to look like it drove off the factory floor.
If I was going to restore a vehicle I would like to do about 1958 Thunderbird.
And now I’ve learned something new about you.
My mother-in-law’s pastor drives some super well kept old thing without seatbelts or anything — it’s black and 30s ish looking (to my uneducated eye anyway) but I don’t remember the make and model. He *inherited* it. Wow.
Awesome family day. Great pics of the girls. I LOVE that dog.
Dog made the paper even. Not that this is an accomplishment around here.