Dreams Of A Red Corvette
Spring is a time when a young man's fancy turns to love - or so it has been said. I suppose it's true, although it's been a long time since I was young. But love can take many forms and my automotive passion has always been the '55 Chevy Bel Air. Each spring, the old wanderlust would return and my son and I would pile into the Z3 for the one hundred mile trip up to Carlisle for the annual Spring Carlisle roundup. It seems that the '55 is becoming more rare every year.
My son found a new passion at Carlisle - corvettes (and I don't think there are too many males that haven't found passion in the corvette). While I collected those darned Muscle Machine models of Bel Airs, he collected corvettes.
Now that he's away at college, he still has that passion for cars. This weekend he traveled to Indianapolis for the midwest car show. Through the marvel of Sprint PCS, he snapped a few pictures and sent them to me during the show - mostly of Corvettes of course (that's him and his favorite above).
He didn't forget dad, though - he also snapped a shot of a '55 - just for me.
Like father - like son . . .
