I attended the Harvest Festival at my grandson's school last Friday evening. There were lots of games, great pumpkin pie, and a superb book fair. While my family was volunteering at various booths, my mom and I had the simple task of following the grandsons around. We were ready. We did the ususal grandma stuff like taking pictures of them on the rock wall, feeding them lots of candy, losing them, getting the evil eye from the son-in-law as he brought one back to me. (Oops! I was watching the wrong kid!-What? It was dark!)
What I did not expect was to find a Hot Rod show! My husband and I love hot rods. I love hot rods!!! My love of cars started when my husband and I were first married. He had this awesome 1974 Dodge Challenger...318, Carter 4 barrel carburator, headers, Fairbanks racing transmission, traction bars...I can still hear that engine thumping! Everyone on the block could hear that enging thumping! I still get shivers when I think about that car.
I, on the other hand, did not own a car. My husband and my dear father-in-law (great wise men of the Vargas clan) decided to buy me a beat up, rusty, 1972 Volkswagon Beetle that they found by the side of the road. No kidding! Mind you, I did not drive stick and I did not like Volkswagon Beetles-EVER! I hit the roof. What were they thinking! This waaas war! When the dust settled, the Challenger was mine!
I loved that car. I was hot in that baby-well, the car was hot. It was so much fun to drive. So much POWER. You could hear that car roaring down the street from a mile away. Life was gooooood! Unfortunately, we all have to grow up some time. Silly me to think I would allways be carefree and young and drive a hot rod. When it became apparent that we were spending our daughters college fund on car parts and gas (7 whole miles per gallon), we traded in the Challenger for a family car. A car with actual seatbelts and safety stuff...and boring! Well, that daughter did get her college education but I sure would love to get that Challenger back! Maybe someday the lottery gods will look favorably on me...
Oh yeah...I suppose I should talk about sewing somewhere in this blog. It was such a treat to run into my friend Sandy at the Harvest Festival. She is one of my oldest and dearest friends and by coincidence also has a love affair with cars. As we were catching up on family events and aquistions, she remembered that she was my first window treatment customer. I made a light blue balloon shade for her first baby's nursery. That baby is now 24 years old. I guess I have been doing this a long time.
Cheers!
