And so it begins. . .

This weekend we took Greydon to his first car show, and in my family this is a right of passage. If I had a dollar for every car show my father took me to as a child I'd probably be able to put Greydon through college. It always amazes Fletcher when we spot a classic car that I can guess the year and make of the car from about 20 yards away (give or take a year or two). I can hear them, spot them from the corner of my eye, and feel them in my core.

I don't claim to know a lot about cars or even plan to collect them (well, maybe one someday), but my appreciation for their graceful lines and big engines makes me long for cars like these today.

I'm never letting my baby drive.

Just like the one my dad had.

I think the boys want this one!

Fletcher explains to Greydon that
a classic car show is never void of a good mullet.

This post is dedicated to my father, Uncle David, and Tom Smith - as classic as they get!