Attended a car show today while the town is hosting Hodaka Days. It was the second car show, but this year there weren’t a whole lot of people/cars/bikes in it. No matter, I learned smaller car shows are much more fun than larger ones. You get to talk to way more people and they have fun stories.
The man in the photo was articulate, interesting, nice looking, and had been on a motorcycle from Homer to Anchorage more than once. He told how he had clammed on the Inlet and hung buckets on each handlebar with the shovel balanced in front of him. Others I talked to shared stories about remembering the 56 Mercury their relations drove. One man I let sit in the car was so full of nostalgia, I almost thought he was gonna cry! Two men originated from Columbia and reflected on how many American cars they found in their travels overseas. They also remembered their grandpa who wore a dress shirt and a tie when he went out in his Mercury.
It is so much FUN to share stories and hear stories from people when they see the 56 Merc. Blessings pour out in memories.