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Here's something strange that happened to me not once, but *twice* in the last couple of days.
Today, I was out cruising in one of the LBCs, and I spotted a 1930 Packard touring car going the other way, followed by a 1950-something Cadillac. So, I pulled a u-turn, and caught them at the next light. I pulled up next to the Packard, and complimented him on the car. He looked over, then looked back. Puzzled, I decided to try again -- and told him that my dad had a '32 Packard Victoria, and had been into pre-war Packards for years. This time, he turned, said "huh" and turned back, and didn't say anything again.
Earlier in the week, I was in the Tiger on the way into work, and ended up a light next to a guy in his mid-60s, driving in a beautiful '71 Pontiac Le Mans convertible. It was a beautiful day, we both had our tops down. I blipped my engine, and gave him a big simle and wave. He glanced sideways at me, looked over the Tiger, made no facial expression whatsoever, and then when the light turned green, he simply drove away.
I've usually found that old car people are overjoyed when they encounter other old car people, even if they're not into the same type of old car.
How strange was it to encounter two crumudgeons in the same week?
By contrast, I was in the 250 on Wednesday, and drove by a Super Beetle coming the other way, and we both honked and waved enthusiastically.
Today, I was out cruising in one of the LBCs, and I spotted a 1930 Packard touring car going the other way, followed by a 1950-something Cadillac. So, I pulled a u-turn, and caught them at the next light. I pulled up next to the Packard, and complimented him on the car. He looked over, then looked back. Puzzled, I decided to try again -- and told him that my dad had a '32 Packard Victoria, and had been into pre-war Packards for years. This time, he turned, said "huh" and turned back, and didn't say anything again.
Earlier in the week, I was in the Tiger on the way into work, and ended up a light next to a guy in his mid-60s, driving in a beautiful '71 Pontiac Le Mans convertible. It was a beautiful day, we both had our tops down. I blipped my engine, and gave him a big simle and wave. He glanced sideways at me, looked over the Tiger, made no facial expression whatsoever, and then when the light turned green, he simply drove away.
I've usually found that old car people are overjoyed when they encounter other old car people, even if they're not into the same type of old car.
How strange was it to encounter two crumudgeons in the same week?
By contrast, I was in the 250 on Wednesday, and drove by a Super Beetle coming the other way, and we both honked and waved enthusiastically.