I attended a car show yesterday and was amazed at the range of cars from the early twenties through some that just rolled off the assembly line last year. Therein lies my gripe, most of these shows are advertised as “classic” car shows and yet they allow cars that are one, two and three years old into the show. How are they classic cars? A broad definition taken from the Cars.com website offers the following:
All states waive certain fees and tests for vintage cars. Most states waive those same fees and tests for classic cars also. But determining whether you have a vintage or classic car can sometimes be confusing.
- Antique car. An antique car is a classification that is often set by state law. States often have a special type of license plate for these cars. For that reason they set rules stating what qualifies as “antique.” In most cases it is a car that’s over 45 years old. Generally the car should be maintained in a way that keeps it true to the original manufacturer specifications
- Classic car. This classification definitely overlaps with antique cars. The definition of classic car is actually quite similar to that of antique cars. A car must be at least 20 years old, but not more than 40 years old to be considered a classic car. It should again have been repaired and maintained in a way that keeps it true to its original design and specifications. In other words it should not be modified or altered. In addition, many add a stipulation that the vehicle should have been manufactured no earlier than 1925. For these reasons all classic cars are also antique cars, but not all antique cars are classic cars
- Vintage car. There is also overlap between vintage cars and antique cars. Some vintage cars quality as antique cars, but not all vintage cars are antique and vice versa. Different groups set different cut off points for what qualifies as a vintage car and what does not. Generally, cars that are considered Vintage were manufactured between the years of 1919 and 1930, but some end it at 1925. Unlike the other two classifications, having had modifications does not necessarily keep a car from being a vintage car
So the admittance to a “classic” car show of a car that bears the model year 2013, 2014, etc. boggles my mind.
The show I attended had a vast array of cars from hot rods, to restomods (which are cars that have an outer shell of a classic car but have modern engines, transmissions, interiors etc., to fully restored cars to bone stock vehicles and there was a couple of barn finds there. One that caught my eye was a 1925 Ford Model T that was found in a barn and was all original! Talk about a great find! It had rust and oil leaks and the owner basically got it running and brought it to the show. That a vehicle can stand the test of time like that amazes me. It amazes me still that there are still great barn finds out there lurking behind garage doors waiting to be opened!
I have a deep appreciation for anything mechanical, especially cars, trucks and motorcycles. While certain classes may not appeal to me in terms of owning one, I certainly can understand and appreciate the owner’s attraction and dedication to their certain class of vehicle. The dedication some people go to is incredible to either restore a vehicle to its former state or create a totally new vehicle based on the body, chassis, or motor of a certain year is amazing. Rat rods, hot rods, restomods, classics, antiques, they are all incredible to look it whether fully restored or right out the barn after sitting for fifty years. They all have the ability to magically transport you back in time to a time and a place when that car was in its prime.
I encourage everyone to check out at least one classic car show this summer and be prepared to be amazed and taken back in time for a bit!
Just finished reading this book and this quote was at the end of the book. Truly made me think of “people in power” I’ve worked with over the years and continue to work with.
"The constant assertion of masculinity is always the most obvious tell of a fake. You do not constantly assert what you know you have."
Matt Bondurant The Wettest County in the World
I am a biker, always have been, always will be. Whether or not I have a motorcycle or not is inconsequential to that fact. A motorcycle doesn’t make you a biker, it’s the rider that makes you a biker. It’s born into you and travels with you like an old familiar weary worn road map of places, experiences, and times spent in the saddle. Times change and in the past year I found myself riding less and less as all my old biker friends had either sold their bikes or didn’t ride anymore. I also found that when I did ride I experienced more angst than enjoyment while in the saddle, constantly watching out for that young person steering with their knees while texting with their hands (true story there) while totally oblivious to the world around them. That world included an old guy on a bike.
So it was with a great deal of thought and reflection that I decided to sell my Harley. It wasn’t as if I was now going to jump on the other side of the divide and become a “cager” as car drivers are known to bikers, and start spouting rhetoric about how unsafe motorcycles are. A car, bike or any vehicle for that matter is only as safe as the person operating it. There is an old saying that there are two types of bikers, those that have gone down and those that will go down. Thank God in my many years of riding I’ve never gone done, although I’ve come very close many times. The bottom line no matter how careful you are and how safe you ride the motorcyclist always loses in an accident. Many people ask me why I was selling the bike and I took some grief from people about it, which I’m okay with. It was a personal decision based on my years of riding and where I am in my life now.
Riding a Harley is the best therapy there is! I’ve ridden many miles and experienced sights, sounds, and joys that few people will ever see, hear or experience. I am grateful to God for allowing me to experience all of that. But it’s time for me to move on, to get out of the saddle for who knows how long. John Wayne will always be immortalized as a cowboy whether he was on a horse of not. I will always be a biker at heart and understand the thrill of the engine between your legs and to experience the ride which is as close to flying as a human can get. I may get another bike someday, I may not, time will tell. But for all the passengers I’ve had on my bikes over the years I am glad we arrived safely wherever we were headed, and I took getting you there safely as a task I honored and took great pride in. For all the people I’ve ridden with over the years through rain, sun, and yes sometimes cold and snow we are bonded together forever by the road.
My bike has sold and is going to Italy of all places! But it has been a trusty steed getting me where I needed to go always physically, mentally and spiritually. It’s now time for the bike to give that pleasure to someone else. The road truly does go on forever and I will forever be a biker.
Each day we wake up and we have a choice how we will see the day and react to everything we encounter. There is no credibility to the adage that someone else or something else put you in a bad mood, only you can put yourself in a bad mood.
Our eyes are the camera lens with which we see life, we can choose to see things positively or negatively, in color or in black and white, the lens is an instrument and we decide in our brain how and what we are going to focus that camera on, what we are going to take pictures of, what images we are going to retain, what images and experiences we are going to save to be part of our lives.
Enjoy the day!
Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.…
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
Words that soak into your ears are whispered… not yelled.
Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.
Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.
Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.
You cannot unsay a cruel word.
Every path has a few puddles.
When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
The best sermons are lived, not preached.
Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.
Don’t judge folks by their relatives.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life… Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.
Don ‘t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t bothering you none.
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a Rain dance.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.
Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin’.
Always drink upstream from the herd.
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.
Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.
If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around..
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
Don’t pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he’ll just kill you.
Most times, it just gets down to common sense.