We had till sundown, not midnight, until our coach would turn into a pumpkin; and while our
I cheated a little and used a photo from months earlier that shows off our coach properly.
Cinderella days were obviously long gone, there was no denying serendipity had been more than willing to pick up where our fairy-godmother had left off. We had a ball!
It didn’t even matter that Diane and I had been relegated to the back seat, as in the rumble seat.
We're ready to rock and roll and rumble.
One does not split hairs (even though riding in a rumble seat guarantees more than a few split hairs) whenever your prince (my Jimmy, Diane’s Alan) suggests a night on the town.
No toads when it comes to our princes.
We weren’t roaming too far from home on this particular trip, especially given the limitations of Alan’s 1931 Model A Ford Super Coupe; something to do with the headlights draining the same battery that runs the engine of this classic car. The four of us know all about adapting to the limitations that come with attaining classic car status.
We tooled along the back roads without a specific destination, truly reveling in the journey. We were looking for a restaurant with outdoor seating, something that would offer us an unobstructed view of the perfect summer evening, and Alan’s classic car. She’s a looker,
for sure, garnering more than her fair share of attention; I vaguely remember those days.
I remember the days when my chassis was considered classy, when the stylish lines of my frame, from my headlights to my taillights, were enough to slow traffic. It seemed like just yesterday that what was under my hood could set more than a few engines racing; at the very least get my foot in the door.
We tooled along the back roads without a specific destination, truly reveling in the journey. We were looking for a restaurant with outdoor seating, something that would offer us an unobstructed view of the perfect summer evening, and Alan’s classic car. She’s a looker,
for sure, garnering more than her fair share of attention; I vaguely remember those days.
I remember the days when my chassis was considered classy, when the stylish lines of my frame, from my headlights to my taillights, were enough to slow traffic. It seemed like just yesterday that what was under my hood could set more than a few engines racing; at the very least get my foot in the door.
Remember the Dorothy Hamill look? She was my inspiration.
Alan’s Model A seemed the only chassis still able to open doors during our night on the town. I
had no trouble living vicariously.
We were having little success finding a venue to suit our needs until we stumbled upon Front Street in the heart of Wheaton. Vintage Rides was in full swing, a summer tradition every Friday night in this small community of 55,000 approximately 25 miles west of Chicago. Would you believe this particular night was devoted to all things Ford? I’m not sure everyone got the memo,
had no trouble living vicariously.
We were having little success finding a venue to suit our needs until we stumbled upon Front Street in the heart of Wheaton. Vintage Rides was in full swing, a summer tradition every Friday night in this small community of 55,000 approximately 25 miles west of Chicago. Would you believe this particular night was devoted to all things Ford? I’m not sure everyone got the memo,
I think this one is heavy on the Chevy.
but that fact alone (Ford Night) garnered our carriage a thumbs up and ready admission to the block of real estate devoted entirely to foot traffic admiring the hot rods, roadsters, coupes and crotch rockets proudly lining the street.
When I grow old, I not only plan to wear purple; I think I'll drive a purple classic car, too.
Doesn't this pretty thing just leave you green with envy?
Fancy hydraulics provided lift when this beauty was ready to roll. It's called a bra for most Cinderellas.
We didn’t have the time to wait for outdoor seating (the sun was doing its steady descent), but we did manage a spot in The Bank Restaurant that afforded Alan a view of our coach just across the street.
Are you confused yet with the seating arrangement?
Seems the building, one of the oldest in the city, was once the site of a bank. Jimmy tried his hand at the old bank safe, obviously hoping for some ready cash to pay for our meal.
If Jimmy's hearing wasn't getting so bad, I'm sure he'd have been more successful.
Apparently serendipity does not include cracking safes; seems most of our luck was limited to those things involving wheels. I did manage an invite for a picture in this three-wheeler from a gentleman who appreciates classic cars, and a warm smile.
The magic just kept coming at us left and right.
I’m not sure even a fairy-godmother could have done better than serendipity on this particular evening. Alan's classic car certainly put enough fairy dust in our eyes to make both Diane and I feel like Cinderellas; looks can be so deceiving.
I say if the glass slipper fits, wear it with confidence and a smile.
Best of all, we arrived home before nightfall. Wouldn't you agree; pumpkins are best served as pies?
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