Vroom Vroom

Still on the potty walk from last night's post, we walked by a museum of antique cars.

Aureity

Ugh!  I need to get out and take more pics.  Sitting here this evening, desperate for a blog pic, I grabbed one of my dad's racing trophies and took a few shots with my phone.  Volià!

Aristocratically

When I was picking up my friend yesterday, this 1942 Packard Super-8 One-Sixty convertible pulled into the lot.  

According to "the Googles", this car was only made for 3 years: 1940-1942.  It has a 356 cubic inch straight-eight engine with 165 hp, which was more powerful than the Cadillac of the time.

Pretentiously

I'm not sure how he sees out of the side windows, but it's definitely an impressive etching and paint job.

Carefree

 Another great picture of mom.  

Uniformly

Thinking about dad this Father's Day weekend.  I doubt he brought a vehicle on base while in boot camp, so I don't know who this car belongs to.  

Glossy

Went out with a friend for dinner and afterwards we were able to take in an impromptu lowrider car show in the parking lot.  There were at least 20 fancy bouncy cars in attendance.

Varoomy

 Dad's 1964 Pontiac Grand Prix.  He loved his cars.

Smartly

Lovely old pic of my great aunt and 6 of her 10 children.  Looks like they might be in their Sunday best.

Idyllically

 Such an idyllic 1950s image.  White picket fence and everything.

Iconically

 I'm guessing this was my dad's car, although it doesn't look quite like the pictures of two other similar cars he owned.  Love those old Oldsmobiles! 

The car is parked in front of my mom's childhood church.  In later years, the church built a new facility and this church building was used as the town hall instead, until two women burned it down in 2007 to cover up a botched robbery.

And here is one of my mom's uncles, checking out what's under the hood.  He was a preacher and married my parents.

Menacingly

 There are some people you just don't mess with.  This is one of those people.  

I think this is one of my great-uncles on my mom's side.  I just love this picture.  It's so mundane, and yet, it shows a glimpse into history that is so much more "real" than just standing in rows in front of a camera.  

That facial expression!  Did the photographer surprise him?  My great-uncles were known for their stern looks, but this one goes above and beyond.  The camera is obviously also down at ground level, which is a sign of a thoughtful photographer.  I love the oil cans and box of tools.

Terminally

Looking through mom's old negatives, I found this gem.  A historical shot of Wold-Chamberlain Field aka Minneapolis/St. Paul International Airport, circa 1950.

Puzzledly

 I don't recall seeing these pictures of my mom before.  She does have a pretty puzzled look on her face, so maybe she didn't like the pictures.  Luckily, she kept the negatives, so I get to see them anyway.

Dillydally

 I'm guessing this is one of my ancestors, but I don't know which one.  I like the cool old car, but it ain't got nothing on that guy's boots.  I wonder how long it took to lace those puppies up every day!

Spoofy

 If Axman built a car.

Deflatedly

 Maybe they should have invested in the body lift kit.

Swanky

 Dad loved his cars.  Had to have a new one every two years, in his younger days.  Circa 1960.

Sleekly

 Flashback to a car show in Hastings last summer.

Sultry

 For my 2500th blog, I'm honoring one of my dad's passions - his cars.  This is a 1967 Cutlass Holiday Coupe 442 Hurst Oldsmobile.