March Fourth and Cruisers VII

People — people who barely remember grade school — might not realize today is the only day of the year that is a command. 

And, since that joke probably fell flat, here are a few things from people funnier than I am.

Now, here are my two most favorites from this past week . . . 

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Cruisers Update VII:

Continuing with my late reporting on the June 14, 2015, Tri-Lakes Vintage Car show.

By the way, there is a SmugMug Gallery (HERE) for 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.

As I previously mentioned, I’ll make a minimum effort to identify a car and provide a link, but if I’ve already covered the model in previous posts or if there’s no readily available Wikipedia entry, the job reverts back to the reader. No . . . I’ll go one better. I’ll identify the car, but if you want to look it up, it’s on you. I say this based on the number of click I got on all the links I provided (hint: not many).

So, first up, yet another Ford Coupe from around the 1930s . . . 

I’m really surprised at the high quality of the chassis and suspension components . . . frankly, I didn’t know they did that quality work in the ’30s.

Mostly, though, the fact the headlight is not vertical offended my OCD sensibilities. It was all I could do to walk away before I straightened the thing out.

Next up, a row of Plymouth Prowlers . . . Now, I know there are probably many people who like both the idea and looks of this car. It is a huge understatement saying I’m not one of them. Hence, why I did not get any closer to them things than shown in the following photo.

Here’s another Chevy 3100 Pick Up, this one from 1950. This one in better shape than the previous ones, at least based on how it looks.

Next up, a 1934 Ford Cabriolet . . . 

Up next, a First Generation Ford Bronco. I can’t quite make out the tag, but I’ll call it 1969.

It’s another car many owners liked . . . never having owned one, I can say I don’t particular care for its looks. 

Here’s another 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air. A yellow one.

Next up, a pretty neat-looking 1967 VW Bug.

How about a Dodge Challenger R/T? It looks like a First Generation model, so 1970-1974.

We then have another pick-up . . . I’m guessing a Chevrolet from sometime in 1959.

Next up, aa 1948 Ford Coupe . . . 

Getting back into the red motif, a 1955 Chevrolet 210. Look at that engine . . . I wonder if that’s factory original. 

I’m just going to throw the next ones up here since I have guests coming to visit and I need to compose myself . . . 

By now, most of you can identify these better than I can. 

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