We’d like to thank all those who stop by this blog
and the 1,000 followers. Sometimes we look at the
stat page and are humbled. Not in our wildest
dreams did we think this day would come.
And now, the bag.
When the wife and others look at the bag I put my
laptop in they see a canvas bag with a snazzy logo.
I see something completely different.
I see a beautiful summer day and a gold roadster
with still tacky paint the owner asks us to leave
our hand prints on. I see the same roadster with a
W-block in it with a chain running from the engine
to the frame rail in an old-school attempt to tame
I see a roadster pickup with a quick change read-
end that the owner proudly tells us is actually
wood he machined and painted to look like aluminum.
I see bed pans used as air cleaners, pin stripers,
old friends and good music.
When the Flying Eyeball car show first came to
town these bags were the goody bags and we have two
from two different shows. And when I look at the
bags I see all that plus more. It is indeed a show
where the kustom kulture meets the old school.
Some of the cars are gone, some of the friends
have passed away, but the memories will be there as
long as I’m here. Yes, it’s only a bag, but it’s
my bag. We wish you fond memories.
Comments are always welcome.