There appear to be some perks to being middle age. Movie tickets cost $3 less, you can lecture people about what life was like when you were their age, you can blend all your foods into a fine paste and no-one will think less of you for it. But by far the greatest part of the sunset years must be the fact that by that point in life you've made enough money that you can graduate from owning a car that just gets you around to one that just makes you happy. I was recently invited to be a guest at a meeting of the Santa Fe Vintage Car Club, and athough the meeting itself went on a little too long while members waxed-analytical about fuel-octane levels, some of the cars they brought with them made the whole thing worthwhile. Some of the highlights include:
1963 Pontiac Grand Prix.
Those cracks in the pavement are from the car's weight. (probably)
1930 Ford Five Window Coupe.
The guy that owns it said that it's essentially his daily driver.
Factory-fresh 240Z that i snapped as it was leaving.
A 1942 GMC, according to its vanity plate, that was incredibly well restored.
A '46 Hudson next to a '49 Scott.
1948 Ford F1 with hardwood floors.
This is (believe-it-or-not) a 2013 Morgan 3 Wheeler with what is called a "stroked X-Wedge V-Twin" which apparently produces 150bhp in a car that only weighs 1,500 pounds. It's driven by a dentist in a helmet that I can only assume is to make sure his head is recognizable after the rest of him is incinerated in the massive fireball that will be this car after he drives it through a lamp-post at a hundred miles an hour.
