The next post will contain Chapters 35, 36, and 37 of my 2015 NaNoWriMo no-longer-work-in-progress.
You heard me right. I may be sick, running a fever (approaching the 100 mark, which while fine when talking about age, is not particularly welcomed when talking about fever), and defiling uncounted tissues in a futile attempt to keep my sinuses clear, but I soldiered on and finished the novel. I’ll talk about it in a future post, but for now, I’m throwing up three of the last six chapters, and they will go up in a post immediately after this post goes live.
It’s password protected. Since it’s been a while, click HERE for the previous stuff.
Please, don’t ask for a password thinking it will make me feel good. Especially, don’t ask unless you’ve read the first few chapters and know that you are interested in reading more. Unless you intend to read it, don’t ask. I will not feel hurt, I will not cry myself to sleep, I will not hate anyone who chooses not to read my effort. I will, however, get a little miffed if I get asked for passwords by a bunch of people, and then only my regular four or five readers read the stuff.
Cruisers Update IV:
Continuing with my late reporting on the June 14, 2015, Tri-Lakes Vintage Car show, here’s what I think is another 1932 Ford Coupe . . . maybe. It wasn’t posted, so I don’t know.
By the way, there is a SmugMug Gallery (HERE) for the photos in this, past, and future posts about this show. Also, you can click on the photos to open a larger version in a separate tab or window. Go ahead; try it.
So, again, this car is owned by a member of the host club . . . so, of course, you would not to have any information on it, right?
This next car, a 1939 Ford Five Windows Coupe, is close to being my favorite of the show, competing with one other that I will show in future posts. I think it has to do both with its shape and the paint job.
I’ll have close-ups of the paint job on future posts, but if you want a close look now, go to Smugmug and look at the original size photos.
Next up, a 1965 Chevrolet Chevelle SS . . . sometimes listed by its full name, the 1965 Chevrolet Malibu Chevelle SS.
Shades of blue, aquamarine, light blue, green-blue, were all well-represented. Here’s what the interior looks like.
Look at all that (whatever blue it is)!
This next shot might or might not be the El Camino. There was a Chevelle parked next to it, and this could be its interior.
Honest, I like the idea of the El Camino. I would likely buy something like this today if a modern version were available. Why not buy a pickup, you ask? Good question. Frankly, I’m not enamored with what they are doing to pickups these days.
They all seem geared toward people who have deficiencies they are trying to compensate.
Of course, the truck of old were no better:
That’s the 1951 Ford F-1. I am guessing the people who bought this were trying to make up for their puny dentures.
By the way, here’s the front of the nother Chevelle there. I did not get the year it was made, but here’s a shot of the front.
Next up, the 1949 Chevrolet Fleetline. Hard to tell because of the reflections, but this is a light-blue-teal-green . . .
Near it was a 1955 Chevrolet One-Fifty or 150. Both the numerals and writtenout numbers were used.
And, next to it was a 1966 Pontiac LeMans (Second Generation).
It should be noted, or maybe not, that 1966 was the year I came to the U. S.
If you ask anyone, they will likely have a preference for a particular make of cars. Why, some are even partial to AMCs. Now, for many their preference is rooted in one of two things: they either grew up in a family that bought only such make, or their first car was of that particular make.
Neither applies to me. What does apply is that when we ended up in Chicago, the first two cars I had any familiarity with were a Ford Galaxy 500 (probably a 1964) and a 1965 Chevrolet Impala. There was no contest. I was a GM guy.
Especially after my stepfather bought a 1960 Cadillac Sedan de Ville Flattop like this one (note: these are not my photo – found on the web, linking the original files):
Anyway, back to the show . . . next in line was a 1955 Chevrolet 210 Delray Coupe (Second Generation).
In reverse order, here are the backsides of the previous four cars.
What I like about these older cars is that you could easily fit four bodies in their trunks, especially if you bend them a bit to fit them in there.
I kid, of course . . . I wouldn’t want to mess up my trunk. I’d just leave them where they fell.
Dear NSA (and other LEOs): yes, I kid. I would, in fact, pick up after myself.
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