Part of a convoy
Waiting to enter the road from my driveway, I rarely wait for traffic. One, two vehicles tops. This morning, after more than two dozen cars had passed, and I finally had a gap, I noticed something really special. Not one of the clean, recently painted rigs was even built in this century. Totally against all odds, I was the odd one out in a classic car convoy.
I kept wondering if there was a parking lot, up ahead, where I could take a second look. Nope. These were cruising, off to another part of the Island on a beautiful summer day. Perhaps there’ll be photos, elsewhere. For the record, I was the new automobile in your parade.
The first medals have already been awarded, in Rio. Since the news site only lists running tallies, and not accomplishments, I’m going to accept that the winners were best in their field, and that any records still stand. After all, wouldn’t that be a bragging point?
The first reports from last evening’s reunion are in, and it appears that a rousing time was held by all in attendance. Even some (brief) video footage. Drop back in time; four decades. The idea of personal video was still pretty sci-fi. Even coloured photos were outside what we now consider as normal. I’ll see if any other attendees post their impressions: the premier seemed happy about getting in touch with the friends he still hangs out with.
Just waiting for the call to the dessert phase of supper. I did one of those lemon meringue pies that I’m learning to like so much.
