Today you will be spared from politics. So much to work through that I decided against it all, just saying. You will also be spared a plethora of jokes about cars. Just think what you’ll be missing.
















You will further be spared long treatises of the evil of cars, their environmental impact, their cost for pocketbook, life and limb. Let it suffice to say that many cities, both here and more so abroad, are excluding or limiting gas powered cars from their centers or altogether. Predictions that that would spell the end of civilization have not been borne out. In fact, tactics like car free Sundays, or congestion pricing, have had enormous positive consequences. I said I’d spare you, I know, but here is just one example: The MTA in NYC reports that crossing times in congestions zones have dropped, making the Brooklyn Bridge 13% faster, the Holland Tunnel 36 % faster, and the Lincoln Tunnel 5 % faster. Crashes in the Manhattan congestion zones are down 14%, injuries down by 15% and ridership on public transportation significantly up.
Here are snapshots of a car-free Portland city center during this weekend, making way for safe biking, bands and general people at play.




But back to the classic cars:








You will be offered views of boys and their toys (and yes, seems a gender specific hobby to maintain and travel these beauties around the show circuit.) The photographs were taken at the Danville Hot Summer Sundays Car Show.


457 vintage classics, I was told, lined up across 1.2 miles in the center of town. I confess I very much like driving and like looking at cars, snazzy ones like these in particular, even though I own something more utilitarian. My first car was a 1969 orange VW Beetle (1960s Beetles are traded for an insane price these days, up to $30.000!); it’s a practical, small Subaru right now. Cars last for 10 years or more in our household.
The toys:







The boys:







As I said, I like looking at cars. But I don’t have to spell out my reactions to what you find expressed in car enthusiasts’ proclamations:
“In many societies, cars serve as potent status symbols, reflecting an individual’s economic standing and personal identity. The type of car a person drives often communicates a message about their lifestyle, values, and aspirations. Whether it’s a luxury sedan, a rugged off-road vehicle, or a vintage classic, cars play a pivotal role in shaping how individuals perceive themselves and how they are perceived by others.
Car enthusiasm is more than just a hobby; it’s a lifestyle choice that transcends materialism. Cars serve as cultural artifacts, embodying the values, aspirations, and identities of enthusiasts. They reflect the artistry and craftsmanship of different eras, telling stories of innovation, design, and societal trends.
From vintage classics to modern marvels, each car represents a unique piece of history and heritage. Car enthusiasts embrace the cultural significance of these vehicles, preserving and celebrating their timeless appeal. ” (Ref.)

I’d rather listen to some music… here is the playlist of car songs for your next drive:
Tracy Chapman Fast Car Janis Joplin Mercedes Benz, Rod Stewart Let me be your car, Gary Numan Cars, Beach Boys 409, Wilson Pickett Mustang Sally, Bruce Springsteen Racing in the Street.










Drive safely! Lots of rage out there.


Ken Hochfeld
Beautiful fun!!!!
Sara Lee Silberman
Such fun! And interesting early statistics on the benefits of limiting (or charging for) the use of cars.
My first car was a Pontiac, but my first serious boyfriend – later husband – had a Beetle, in which he and I made numerous trips from Baltimore to the Library of Congress….
And I now drive – and like – a Subaru, too!
Lee Musgrave
Thank you, I enjoyed that … for I’ve owned several collector Mercedes’ over the years. I sold the last one just a few years ago to a collector in Palm Springs. My first car was a ’55 Chevy that I completely customized. We still have a Mercedes, but it is not a collectors model and we rarely drive anywhere out of the Gorge anymore. Best regards.