…The phone is ringing in the early afternoon of a drizzly fall day.The eldest son is calling to inquire of my whereabouts as I am supposed to be on my way to the Castle to pilot the hot little Dodge Neon in what will likely be the last car cruise of the season.When the fall colors come out and the leaves begin to flutter to the frosty ground it usualy marks the end of the cruise season.Before the snow flies up here in central Wisconsin the beastly 73 Dodge Charger SE will be lovingly tucked away for the winter,and visions of next year’s cruise season will dance in our car guy heads until spring comes once again to the frozen magical landscape of winter.
…I find myself on this day just worn out and lacking the proper attitude for said cruise.Explaing this to the number one son,I polietly decline the oppertunity,terminate the call and retreat to the Palace garage for a smoke.As I sit alone in the chill afternoon I ponder what has led me to such a rash decision.Realizing now that I am acting like a selfish old dude as I know that these cruises are events to be shared with those that we are close to.Berating myself for such blatent stupidity I hurriedly beat a path to the nearest phone and place an urgent call to a friend.Transportation to the Castle is secured and I take a few moments to shave off the past couple days worth of the grey beard as it would not be fitting to be driving around in that hot little tuner mobile looking like the old dude thar I am.Not to mention the fact that there are always pretty girls to be aware of a these events and it wouldn’t do to be scruffy looking.
…Arriving at the Castle I find preperations franticly under way as the appointed time is quickly approaching.Rain be damned we still have two cars to be washed and dried before getting started.All hands including the resident grandkiddos of the Castle are on deck and pitching in.The necessary tasks are soon complete when I follow the number one son into the kitchen to retrieve his freshly painted wiper blades from the oven where they have been placed to dry (it’s a car guy thing) to be reassembled and installed on the Charger. This boy pays attention to detail.Blades installed,he then pulls out and installs the straight pipes on the hot little Neon as LOUD is a requierment that my son the,stickler for detail,pays religous attention to.
…All details now in order it’s time for a quick pit stop for some high octane fuel to feed the beasties as we show off their respective talents.Arriving at the assembly point I see that the rain has kept the number of participants limited for this event.No matter,those of us who are there admire each other’s rides and have the required car guy conversations.These are very special events to many people.All walks of life and different styles of vehicle are represented and brought together much like a big family reunion at these car cruises.
…This is pure American tradition,the gathering of the clan auto.Singles,families with and without the young childern,all are represented at events like this all across our great nation and up in Canada many times over throughout the year.This has become a tradion for many and for me has become part of a family legacy that was born on a bitter winter’s night many years ago.The tools I handled then are now handled with loving care by my son to build these machines that represent so many different things to my son and I.I am a proud American like my father before me and the childern I have raised after me.This cruise is our family tradition and this country is what has made it possible.
…………..Peace To All Who Pass This Way…………………………………….
…………………….Thecatsman PhD(school of hard knocks)………………….
Author’s note: This is an older post from the dating site.I brought it over to help bring out thoughts of warmer weather as this winter here is COLD.See also The Legacy in October 09 archives (last page) for the story behind the story………