My ground transportation has arrived, and it is a bit older than my laptop 🧐
It is now time for the 12 hours jouney back to the North, where -17°C and things on fire on The Internet await me.
I remember the first Ford Mustangs, that was around 1964 and for a few years they were a popular car. I could only dream of owning one. The cars I went through in the late 60s were older cash cars. Mostly Chevy's, I at times had a 54, 56, and 57 Chevy but for a time drove an old 51 Ford coupe. My last vehicle before leaving home for the Marines was a 50 Chevy pickup truck. The truck was mostly taxicab yellow with a few primer spots. It had a 6-volt battery and didn't always start, so I often had to push it to start. It was useful to travel with a friend. Later, in the early to mid 70s, I did drive a 67 or 68 Mustang. It seems back then I changed cars like I changed my clothes. To be fair, it was often because they stopped running.
“Hey, don’t knock it. It still runs. Most of the time, even after I turn it off.” Jo” - Sherrilyn Kenyon, Son of No One
On my grand parents #NorthDakota farm was this old car abandoned in the gully where he put stuff he didn't want to see, but might need a part from some day. Every old farm has a place like that.
Of course, as kids we would play in it for hours, pretending to be gangsters who had just robbed a bank, fleeing from the cops. This pic is from 1997, when I made a return visit and wanted to recapture some of those memories.
Geronimo driving a brand new Locomobile Model C, 1905