Since I’m still housebound here is a post from my photo archive from a previous walking tour.
Himself is into cars. Cars for me are a method of getting from “A to B”. So then we were walking by the beach one day and himself saw this car, he let out a low whistle. It was followed by the remark ” but you do realise it’s just a replica though, don’t you?“
Ha! He could have told me it was the first car ever made and I would have been none the wiser… Ok, I’m not quite that gullible, but you get the idea. I photographed it as something interesting. (interesting, if cars light your fire at least…)
A little further up the beach, he spotted another car. The whistle got bigger, and longer… apparently this one isn’t a replica, it’s the real deal. The owner was sitting inside. After we walked past it and Himself had given it a loving look of appreciation, and the owner had noticed that look, himself whispered to me that the exact reason the man was sitting in it was to soak up the glory from
people car enthusiasts noticing. Ok, whatever floats your boat … is this a guy thing?
I take a photo because
apparently it’s a cool car, (like I know or not) and we walk on.
Some time later I come across a car that Holy Smokin’ tyres, even I can appreciate.
How big is the engine? – No Clue.
Zero to however much in how long? - Um… are guesses allowed?
Carbs? – pasta, rice and potatoes?
Nah, not an ounce of technical information supplied, but in my book this car doesn’t need it, it’s up to it’s nuts… err and bolts, in COOL and CRED…. take a look and be prepared to drool…
Now that’s a car to enthuse about!