I love classic cars. It doesn’t really matter what kind of car, and it doesn’t really matter the condition its in. Granted, I have my favorites, but I am not too particular. Where some people may see a hunk of junk, I see a piece of history…a small player in someone’s story.
My husband’s grandfather always tells me I was born in the wrong era…the wrong time in history. He says I should have been around when he was growing up, that I would have loved the pace of the world back then. I would have belonged there. Somehow, I think he’s right…
Come on ladies….can’t you picture yourself all retro, cat eye sunglasses, bright red lipstick….driving around in that Nomad??? I know I can. And I look would have looked GOOD, too!! 🙂