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singin' the blues

1955 porsche

getting late, and i still have stuff to do before zeebertime.

so i just want to add another to the teenie peenie collection. not because of the car—it's beautiful; but because the owner is so special he has to park just so, and in a handicapped spot. given, it's a car show, and maybe parking rules don't apply, but do you really need to take up this much space? the other owners know better than to bash into your car—they don't want you to bump into theirs either. you should be more worried about the crowds of people peeking in your windows, with their kids and keys and purses so daringly near your paint job.

century prime

1953 chevy bel air

i made my first visit to the monthly show over behind the honda center, at the bob's big boy in orange last sunday. didn't seem to be too much else going on elsewhere on sunday. i missed several shows on saturday that i have been meaning to get back to and always having something else on my calendar to keep me from them. ah well, maybe next month...

maybe i was a little early, even though i got there an hour after start time, but there didn't seem to be too many cars. there were a few in a small lot on one side of the building, then a few rows of scattered cars on the other side, though there were a few other rows taped off but empty, so i suppose more show up later or whatever.

i have a few shots that i will post at some point from this show. i'll start with this one, since the owner seemed to be very interested in what i was doing, especially after showing him my book of prints. he was hesitant at first to close the hood on his baby, but i guess i proved it might be interesting to let me have a go. he kept an eye on me, of course, but no worries, i didn't get near enough to damage the goods.

it was pretty clean, and had he not closed the hood, i would have been satisfied with my shots of the dashboard. i usually like the tail end on the older chevys but this model year doesn't really do it for me—almost too plain—so i passed on that.

the frame on the back plate proclaimed him to be a vietnam vet...so is my dad...so thanks to both of them for their service, belatedly.