Going Green

Well, I did it. I sold the Mustang and ordered a 2016 Prius. 

The thought has been at the back of my mind for a long time and I just couldn’t live with the guilt of being a gross polluter anymore. Somewhere a skinny polar bear is thanking me.

No more waiting for the engine to warm up. No more waking the neighbors when I pull out of the garage belching “good morning” through 2 ½ inch duals. No more attracting the attention of local law enforcement at every stop light. My Prius just wrrrrrr, clicks into silent motion and the only emissions are the lyrics of "When Doves Cry" whispered softly in the night.

Gotta go to the auto show!

I’m not a new car guy. I don't get excited by a car that parks itself or links with my blue tooth. But I am a car guy and every few years I make it out to the Twin Cities Auto Show.

I enjoy the show, crawling around on vehicles I may be interested in buying ten years from now; looking at $100,000 Porches like I may really be able to buy one.

We are coming to the Twin Cities Auto Show and have some complimentary tickets to give away! https://t.co/vw9asKvHCM

— Toyota Drive Center (@toyotadrives) March 3, 2016

Hoarders...I Mean Collectors

Collectors

A lot of car enthusiasts are collectors. My wife prefers the term hoarders. We have our cars, and models of our cars, and pictures of our cars, and dealer brochures, and gas station signs and juke boxes in our garages. We immerse ourselves in all the stuff we think is cool. It’s cathartic, like green tea and yoga.

Over the years I’ve collected hundreds of plastic model kit and thousands (really, thousands) of toy cars. Juke boxes, pinball, gumball, pachinko; I’ve got ‘em. Car parts; there’s another one the wife doesn’t understand.

“Why did you buy a hood for a ’69 Chevelle? You don’t even have a ’69 Chevelle!”

“But if I get one, now I have a near perfect hood, and it was a deal”

Vintage Mustang Concept Car Spotted

A couple years ago I had the wife’s G35 in for repairs after she filled her deer tag for the season.

I was talking to the shop owner and he told me he had an old concept car in the the shop. When we went back I saw this beauty.

Apparently the car had broken down while on a joy ride and when the owner left it to get help, the car was vandalized so needed some paint repairs. While it was in the shop they were doing some other repairs including some wiring in the cabin and replacing the hydraulic rear suspension with stock Mustang components.

Come on Spring!

I'm getting anxious for Spring.

I've marked some of my favorite shows and cruise nights on my calendar. I've polished up the Mustang (a couple times).

Child Safety Seats in Vintage Cars

Child safety seats in classic cars.

Is it evil that I researched which baby seat fit my 65 Mustang better before I researched which was the safest? Yea, it probably is. When I was a kid, we were lucky if we were buckled in. We were just as likely to be thrown in the back of a pickup with half a load of chicken manure and no working latch on the tailgate. Of course back then you worked eight hours for a dollar and twelve cents and everywhere you went was uphill.