One of the things about living in Colorado that stills thrills me is the number of vintage and classic cars on the road here–it’s almost like California. Although I grew up near Detroit, I never see old cars on the road like the ones we have out here. (They don’t call it the Rust Belt for nothing.) The rest of the nation thinks that we have snow and wintry weather throughout the state ten months of the year, but it’s actually arid and sunny at least 300 days of the year here on the High Plains Desert–hence the cherries we see on the road like this one. And the drivers of these babies are the nicest–I always make a point of waving and giving a thumbs-up so people driving these things, and they always wave back with a smile.
Fratguy sent this to me via e-mail yesterday afternoon–he snapped it in the parking lot of his clinic. Maybe next birthday?