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 HubcapCafe.com
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
That little red Studebaker was my first car at sweet sixteen. My mom would be riding with me and the passanger seat would fall back, it was so funny, we would start laughing so hard that I would have to pull over. I sold that car to my cousin Craig when he turned sixteen. I liked that purple truck best of all.