Cars are a necessity of modern life, except in the largest cities.  Everything is spread out, and a car is the fastest way to get from place to place, as one could wait days for a bus.   So I got in my car, and went downtown to see this car show, miraculously finding a place to park.   At one time cars were made as works of art, rather than the generic sort of styling that passes for design in modern vehicles.

This is an iconic bit of Western Americana, a non-standard paint job with wooden rails so you can haul more stuff, and the gun rack in the back window.

Chrome is horrible for the environment and adds a lot of extra cost and weight to a vehicle, but it sure looks purty.

And at every car show there must be a beer wagon.   I was born quite near this brewery and have always loved this eagle.

My older brother’s first car was an MG from the late 50’s.   Cars like this used to be quite reasonably priced when I was a young woman, and I had several friends who had these.  You had to wear a tweed jacket and a flat cap to drive these as it is an English car (ascots are optional).  It became almost impossible to get parts and my brother’s car sat for years waiting on some important bit.

These show cars are beautifully shiny and polished, unlike my cars.   I don’t remember when the last time I polished them was, but I do wash them from time to time.  (Since I wrote this I will have to polish them now).  🙁

For some the car body is the art, but for others it’s all in the details and paint.   This lowrider is totally tricked out with hydraulics and a rather demure paint job.