After the prison visit

After I got out of  prison the other day I kept touring by going to the car museum next door. The enterance was framed by a couple of old gas pumps.

Both of them were restored to like new condition and lighted. They looked like thay were ready to go to work. Then it was through the entrance and into the garage. In this case an early garage housed on the blacksmith shop. Blacksmith shops were where many of the earliest cars were made. Just take a buggy, add an engine and now it's a car.

The first car we came was also the oldest and we found out that all the cars were arranged in chronological order from the oldest to the newest.

We then walked through rows and rows of vintage cars. There was also a lot of enlarged vintage photography on the walls to be viewed.

 One of the cars that struck my fancy was an old woody station wagon, which is like the first car I can remember our family having. It served us well until my father rolled it over and splintered every piece of wood on it.

There was even a campsite with and early pop up camper. Fulltiming might have bee a bet more difficult in those days. I don't even see a satellite dish for TV. Mel doesn't have anything to be jealous of here.

We moved on through the antiques that were on the road when I was a kid which puts me in my place in history.

And into the muscle cars of the 60's and 70's. Including a Shelby Cobra.

The trip through the automobile time tunnel was a very interesting journey and a day well spent.

Today was laundry day and there will be a few other things to do so that we can hit the road in the morning on our eastward trek. Playing tourist is just part of enjoying the good life.