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1975 Dodge Dart Sport
I'm not much for stereotypes, unless they benefit me. Being a gal I have a love/hate relationship with cars. I love them when they perform well simply by ensuring I have the key and there is gas in the tank. I hate them when they don't perform. Okay, hate is a strong emotion, so how about "not too happy" instead?
You know there are so many destinations and events in L.A. that I feel like the veritable kid in the candy store when it comes to deciding what to write about. I never know where inspiration will strike. I noticed many of my posts include parking information. I must feel it is important to include so often. This got me wondering, "why do I drive everywhere?
Then I remembered, "Hello?" I live in the greater Los Angeles area, which is almost 24,000 square miles huge. Here's a little perspective. The state of Rhode Island...the entire state...is 1,044 square miles. That's a lot of area to cover. Can I get an "amen"?
To do so efficiently, one needs a mode of transportation faster than walking. Ta Da! Cars. Cars. Cars. With the greater Los Angeles area's population at approximately ten million (not including visitors), that's a lot of cars. They all have to park somewhere.
All these cars. All these cars. So many cars. If you are a guy who loves cars beyond their utilitarian function, you'll love L.A. Simply driving around is a car lover's dream, as you never know what sports car, luxury car, classic car or tricked out car you may pull up beside at the next stop sign.
The greater Los Angeles area also is host to traveling car shows and weekly events, like the Friday night car show at Ruby's Diner, King Harbor Parking lot in Redondo Beach.
I have an uncle who loves cars and car shows. He's a plethora of car knowledge. His knowledge almost exceeds his love for cars. That's huge. He was classmates with Brian Wilson (of Beach Boy fame), 1960 graduates of Hawthorne High School, the original Cougar Town. Go Cougars! A love for cars is in my uncle's DNA. I am just sure of it.
So, I've attended a few car shows with him. Two things stood out for me.
1. My definition of love and beauty were expanded. The car owners really love their cars. A fully restored, shining, gleaming, classic car can be as breath-taking as any piece of art in a museum.
2. My first car I owned, a 1975 Dodge Dart, which at the time I would have never considered a classic car IS now a classic. So, what does that make me? I'll ponder that another day.
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