This morning, Cath, Max and I went for a drive up to The Entrance to have a wander around the annual "Summer CIty Rumble", a vintage and performance car exhibition.
My inner revhead enjoyed looking at some of the old American muscle cars, with their acres of polished chrome, custom paint jobs and beautifully detailed engine bays.
Here's a bunch of images from the day, mostly straight out of camera.
Why did my school bus never look like this?
Pontiac hood ornament
One for the "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" fans.
As soon as I saw this, I immediately heard John Hiatt. "My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird, She drives like a dream, Baby rest assured, It don't get any better than a Thunderbird" (Thunderbird, from the album Master of Disaster)
And now I'm hearing Bruce Springsteen in my head. "Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all set cobra jet creepin' through the night time..." (Open All Night, from the album Nebraska)
This guy forgot to do the respray before the show!
