When I went to visit my Dad on Vancouver Island last week for Father's Day, we stopped at Coombs Country Market along the way to see the goats on the roof, and we came upon this:
The gentleman who made it lurks on the porch waiting for people to admire it. It's formed out of curved laminated wood just like a high-end kayak or canoe. Even the visors and the dashboard were wood. It was amazing.
Ah, I still have dreams of owning a rag top 2CV. It'll never happen now, I'm afraid, my husband is far too practical. He has a Subaru. But it reminds me of the time I had the candy apple red 1972 MGB...
Yes I did. It was my favourite car by far, and what a guy magnet that car was. I just wish when it collapsed I was going through one of my flush periods and I could have afforded to fix it. I'd still have it.
The boyfriend? Not at all, though it's been about a hundred years since I've thought about him. He did have cool cars, though. The one before the Road Runner was a green 1965 Mustang Fastback. I got to drive it, too. He worked in a garage so I suppose he put all his salary into his cars.