Day 14 ~ Classic Cars ~ Upcountry Kula, Maui

If you are following this blog, by the end of the 52 weeks (one day a week) of my learning to have fun, you are going to know more about me than you probably want to know. Like the fact that beautiful old cars make me salivate! (Especially cars from the 1930’s and 1940’s.)

Actually most anything from the 30’s & 40’s (not including WWII movies) makes my heart skip a beat—the cars, clothes, art deco dishes-furniture-architecture, even the music. (I can hear Benny Goodman’s clarinet now.)

Bauer Art Deco teapot & pitcher

I don’t think I was born in the wrong decade; I just enjoy bringing the exceptional aspects of other decades into my current world.

Last Sunday I miss-read an online posting about a classic car gathering up in Kula. Thinking that meant there would be many of the classics lined up, all shiny and ready to stop my heart, Steven and I headed out that morning first stopping for a bite to eat at La Provence.

La Provence Restaurant

La Provence is an excellent little restaurant up in Kula near the Ace Hardware. The food is so good that they don’t even have a sign out front – yet they are always busy.

Inside of La Provence – where the sign is  🙂

After brunch we drove over to the Kula Community Center to check out the cars. At first a wave of sadness crept over us as we turned into the parking lot and saw a slew of cars from now. Then we realized that in between the boring look-a-likes were at least a dozen classics. There were no Mercury’s as the song on the slide show implies, but there were enough classics to pacify us both.

Steven connected with Phil, owner of the Studebaker truck in the slide show and did learn that Father’s Day is when the large gathering of classic car owners merge together to strut their stuff. Steven and I plan on checking it out this June.

Though I’ve never had the honor of owning one of my dream cars, my first car was a 1960 Corvair. (I can hear people moaning now about how those cars were a death trap—but I loved that little car!) My sister’s first car was a 1960 red, two door, Studebaker Lark. Now by the time we could drive, those cars were already collector items, and to this day I thank my dad for buying us those old junkers.

A Studebaker like my sister had – Photo from






If you don’t enjoy the sleek lines of the cars in the video slide show, I’m sorry if you were bored.

Once again, thank you to all car collectors for keeping the spirit of the classics alive.

See you next week ~ Wray

Day 6 of Writer Take Five ~ Kula, Thompson Road

Here we are, day six of week six, still working at learning how to have fun :).

View of Kihei from Thompson Road. You can see the island of Lana'i in the distance.

View of Kihei from Thompson Road. You can see the island of Lana’i in the distance

We were feeling quieter and more contemplative this week (with a desire to have our heads in the clouds), so Steven and I opted to walk Thompson Road. Rolling along the leeward slopes of Haleakala at an elevation of approximate 3,000 feet, the 3 2/3 mile round trip walk has a long steep hill at the end that rewards you with magnificent views of the island. Well, actually the entire walk has magnificent views of Kihei, Ma’alaea, Lana’i, Kaho’olawe and Molokini.

As for the video, well it’s obvious that even novice video blogging workaholics have outtakes. (Steven insisted that I include them.) And I do want to correct myself; I stated on the video that we were going to hike Thompson Road. But it’s not actually a hike. It’s more of a peaceful trek along a narrow, paved road that starts diagonally across from Grandma’s Coffee House. If you end up at the Tedeschi Vineyards, Maui’s Winery at Ulupalakua Ranch, you blinked and missed the Coffee House and Thompson Road.

For those of you that have never been to Maui, driving up to Kula makes you realize what a diverse microcosm of climate and landscapes this island has; from Kihei, which is dry and dusty, and the town is steadily sprawling out along the clear blue coastal water; to the tropical rain showers and lush foliage in Haiku; to Kula, where you could swear you were in the mountains somewhere on the mainland, but the eye-popping views remind you that you’re on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The top of Haleakala is still another 7,000 feet up; I’m planning a full moon hike through the crater sometime during my year of learning how to have fun.

KulaThompRdI have to admit that trekking along Thompson Road made me rethink why I like living in Haiku. (Though even with mosquitoes, centipedes and flying cockroaches I’m not ready to move.)

Hope you have a great day!


When you get a chance to take five, here’s something to hum.
A few of the verses from the Beatles song, All You Need Is Love, by Lennon/McCartney

Love, love, love.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It’s easy.
All you need is love, love.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.
It’s easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,