It was hot and humid. Weather forecast called for storms. Wife was wary...
After some thought, it occurred to me that I don't know how many of these
I'll have the opportunity to attend in the near future...
So, of course we went - with Fred!
About this Mopar:
- Year
- 1968
- Make
- Plymouth
- Model
- GTX
"Fred"
1968 Plymouth GTX by VIN, rescued from a field in rural SW Virginia over 15 years ago
by the previous owner.
I bought him "finished" a dozen years ago from the P.O.
Since then, every single mechanical, electrical, plumbing and interior system has been
rebuilt/replaced/repaired - everything short of the paint is my part of the ressurection,
most of which were undertaken as I recovered from various of a half dozen cancer
fights, surgeries, etc. over recent years.
Great therapy, these cars!
These pics were taken by some of the local photographers at the Cruise-In Friday evening -
and the storms just missed us, too.
(If you look closely, you can see my left paw waving at Randy the photog).
A lot of the earlier arrivals avoided this "no parking zone".
I didn't...shaved ice, anyone?
One thing I can't take credit for is Fred's stance; the tire size stagger gives him a natural
attitude which is about perfect IMO.
The lines of the '68 hardtops are cleaner and dead sexy to me, too - and although I could
put all the "gingerbread" (trim) back on him that these came with, I won't. I like him
clean like this.
Fred always gets the attention of some hardy souls at these shows; the color is apparently
what grabs folks' attention. (It's also how I came to buy him to begin with, too - wife saw
him the first time and loved the color....that was all she wrote from there).
Yours truly a lounging in a chair behind Fred, wife at my side, right there in the street...
We had already gone off to eat dinner in the local historic hotel and have a stroll around
all the other cars on Main Street afterwards.
It occurred to me at the time that not a lot of folks get such opportunities in this life.
A fella could do worse at the end of his journey.
Handsome fella, that Fred. I gotta admit.
BTW, notice the lady invading Fred's space back there?
Yeah, we had a "level 1" chat about such things...
Told her he already had been buffed, so kindly remove her butt-buffer offa him, please.
She thought I was kidding around but complied.
Turns out - I wasn't. After all...
One can scold with a smile on ones' face, too.
1968 Plymouth GTX by VIN, rescued from a field in rural SW Virginia over 15 years ago
by the previous owner.
I bought him "finished" a dozen years ago from the P.O.
Since then, every single mechanical, electrical, plumbing and interior system has been
rebuilt/replaced/repaired - everything short of the paint is my part of the ressurection,
most of which were undertaken as I recovered from various of a half dozen cancer
fights, surgeries, etc. over recent years.
Great therapy, these cars!
These pics were taken by some of the local photographers at the Cruise-In Friday evening -
and the storms just missed us, too.
(If you look closely, you can see my left paw waving at Randy the photog).
A lot of the earlier arrivals avoided this "no parking zone".
I didn't...shaved ice, anyone?
One thing I can't take credit for is Fred's stance; the tire size stagger gives him a natural
attitude which is about perfect IMO.
The lines of the '68 hardtops are cleaner and dead sexy to me, too - and although I could
put all the "gingerbread" (trim) back on him that these came with, I won't. I like him
clean like this.
Fred always gets the attention of some hardy souls at these shows; the color is apparently
what grabs folks' attention. (It's also how I came to buy him to begin with, too - wife saw
him the first time and loved the color....that was all she wrote from there).
Yours truly a lounging in a chair behind Fred, wife at my side, right there in the street...
We had already gone off to eat dinner in the local historic hotel and have a stroll around
all the other cars on Main Street afterwards.
It occurred to me at the time that not a lot of folks get such opportunities in this life.
A fella could do worse at the end of his journey.
Handsome fella, that Fred. I gotta admit.
BTW, notice the lady invading Fred's space back there?
Yeah, we had a "level 1" chat about such things...
Told her he already had been buffed, so kindly remove her butt-buffer offa him, please.
She thought I was kidding around but complied.
Turns out - I wasn't. After all...
One can scold with a smile on ones' face, too.
