My Father’s Day weekend began with me visiting a car show in Medford, Oregon. Six hundred cars of all makes and models were on display. When I go to car shows, I always look for a 57 Chevy, my first car. I saw a few 57’s at the show and they were all impeccably restored, but they were not like the one I had. Then…there it was! – my 57 Chevy in the same color. I was 16 when I bought the car. I stopped and took a photo.
Memories began to flood into my mind – dates with girls, my only time ditching a cop (sad to admit that one), and regularly washing that beauty in our driveway. It is funny how many memories began to flood into my mind when I saw the car and remembered the days of my youth. That car had a time, but that time is no more.
This weekend we are having our extended family over to our place to enjoy the smoked brisket I put in the smoker at O-Dark-Thirty along with some mac and cheese and all the trimmings that come with a summer gathering.
I miss the memory of that first car, but not the miserable gas mileage, the bumpy ride, and its dated technology. If I could double my life span, I might look back on our 2010 Subaru Impreza and think of the memories associated with it while I was driving some whizbang future mode of transportation that is yet to be imagined on an engineer’s drawing board.
Happy Father’s Day!
Sweet ride! Takes me back to the first vehicle I bought, a 1956 Ford truck that i paid a whopping 350 dollars for. Your 57 Chevy would cost as much as a house now!
Ironically, with a few tweaks, that old Chevy could get better mileage than a lot of the half ton pick-ups people drive around in these days. And it would last twice as long.
I sold my old memories ride recently to a young couple looking for a project that’ll be a family affair. The little joys God gives us in this life are easy to overlook as “material” until you think of the connections that form because of them.