Sunday

Who needs porn when you have the AutoRama to get all hot and bothered over?

Other women like home shows and craft fairs--me, I like auto shows. New cars, old cars, I don’t care. I just like to go look at the cars. No, I don’t know a dang thing about them, other than the shinier they are, the better. And convertibles are so much better than coupes or sedans.

I have my biases, for sure.
But I love car shows.
And this was an awesome show.

There’s an annual show in Dayton, and we went a couple of years while we were there, but that was really a new car show, a place for dealers to show off what they have coming into the showroom soon. And I liked that, but this…oh man. There were five buildings housing car after car, and most of them were frame up restorations of older cars. Everything from Model A’s to Corvettes. By the time we were done, I think we both had that “Oh I wish we were rich and talented and could have a car like that” feeling.

It was worth all the pain, too, seeing as how my back did not cooperate and I barely made it back to our car.

Well…I didn’t, actually. The Spouse Thingy had to get the car and pick me up at the entrance. I walk like a 90 year old right now… but it was worth it.

I better go wipe the drool off my chin.

Oh man, those cars were nice.

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