Musicman is a car guy. We both enjoy going to classic car shows. If I've learned anything about working on classic cars over the years(and I have) it's that once you start fixing one thing you end up having to fix a bunch more things. The effects of wear and tear, and rust and debris on the vehicle make the broken pieces hard to fix without sometimes causing more damage. Then you have to fix that damage, and sometimes the pieces just disintegrate in your hands and have to be totally replaced or fabricated anew. People who undertake to restore a classic car sometimes call them project cars, because everything about it turns into a project.
The Classic Car Club of America defines a classic car as being between 20 and 40 years old and everything over 45 years old is classified as an antique. I guess in these terms Musicman is an antique, unfortunately we are the same age, so I guess I am too. This current restoration project we have embarked on is turning into a bigger project then either of us expected, but so worth the work.
With the advent of spring the classic cars are starting to populate the roads again, soon the shows will start. Our project isn't quite done yet, just a little more work though and we will be road ready.
For me, thoughts of cars always turn to the car Musicman drove when we first met. It was just like the one in the picture.
I loved that car.
I hated that car.
We had so much fun in that car.
That car went way too fast and sometimes terrified me.
One of my favorite things to do in that car was to go out to a place not far from our home. The place is a State Park that has a spillway and dam on the property. There is a pine tree situated at the corner of the dam. In the spring, if you park by the pine tree at dusk, you can look out over the valley and watch it come to life and slowly light up like a city.
The lights are fireflies and I find them breathtaking and magical.
Spring is here, but the fireflies haven't come back yet. We have a little more time to finish our restoration project. When it's done, and Musicman is healthy again, I have a memory I want to make.
The memory involves Musicman and me and a pine tree that over looks a valley of fireflies, crowned by the night sky, whose stars add to the unearthly glow.