My wife found this photo of her father with his mother next to their 1939 Nash sometime in the early 1940's. That sparked a conversation about his family's cars while growing up.
I found a few photos modern photos of a '39 Nash. This one doesn't show the really cool upright grill, but it is a nice example.
Next up was this. The 1946 Dodge was a real looker, and this modern photo shows off some of the fine lines and cool grill.
They also had a GMC panel van from 1948. It was the delivery vehicle for the family grocery store. The story is that my mother-in-law had to ride on a crate while being driven around...it was a delivery vehicle, of course! No seats!
Their next car was a 1955 Buick Special Now we're talking. I found this two-tone example on Google.
The '62 Buick Lasabre came next.
Lastly was the 1969 Lasabre. I remember seeing a lot of these growing up. I'm pretty sure one of my neighbors growing up had one in a dull off-white color.
I will do the same thing for my parents cars when I get the chance. They are not very cool, but they are memorable.
Anyone who has taken hwy 21 south and turned on "C" has certainly seen the odd school buildings that look like...well...you know.
It's a nicely identifiable landmark on the way to Council Bluff. Why would they build school buildings that look like this?
I paid my three dollars.
This was the only moment of the day that the sun poked through. It punctuated the deserted area. I was the only soul there, with the exception of the Park Ranger who drove through before I set off. I did two loops, starting from the boat ramp, clockwise. I always liked clockwise better, as it was the old XC race direction. 23.4 miles later, I was so glad I made the trip. Trail was in great condition, with only a few creeks to splash through. I might go back this coming week, but it will be colder. Then I will probably do the 12-hour Burnin' direction.
The last few weeks have been hell for mountain biking. Rain and leaves have made it really hard. I have made some valiant efforts, and lately the only way I have gotten to mountain bike is by hitting the gravelly hills...and not much more. A couple of times I have gone out to Greensfelder and pretty much stayed off of the normal trail system and ridden the Eagle Valley trail instead. It's got sort of a gravel road/mountain bike mix going on and as you can see from my bike today, it's pretty okey dokey. That was after 17 miles and 2000 feet of climbing. It was really only the creek crossings that gave me the splatter.
There was just a bit of splatter on my clothes. Nothing a little Tide won't fix!