Sunday Drive and Open Thread

 

            It’s pleasant to think about, isn’t it?  Just rolling ‘cause you have to roll. Hat tip Tom Petty, of course. We’re Americans of a certain era, more or less, and we are citizens of a mobile, questing nature. Even if we know the area well, we just want to see what’s there, what’s going on today. Or maybe if it’s unknow territory, why that’s the best of all. Just going to take a look.

          And we enjoy modern vehicles.  They do a great job. But, something is lost too. Some of adventure is gone in the hygienic experience of driving one of those computerized jobs. Why not just go limp and let the thing drive itself?
          I think fondly of the beaters of the past. The 1949 Buick! The little Renault 4CV! The Opel! The Pink Rambler with the silver topside, hand painted of course.
          Was it the drive, the moving picture we loved, or the machine? Some combination? I bet a lot of it was the sharing of the experience.  No reason to talk, really.  No particular destination, maybe, maybe not.
          And the AM radio station was our friend, unless we were out of range and then there was the Outer Limits-like experience of hearing the static come over the radio.
          It would be fun to hear what you all have to say about long drives, old cars, the dreamlike quality of it all.

Mine wasn't this nice! There was a fashion for knocking the grill out and painting the "mouth" red. I, um, did that too! Ah, but the experience of driving that tank! 

The one I loved the best. It got 40+ miles to the gallon and gas was about 29 cents!!