Hop in...no worries about seat belts since they were non-existent in 1947...and head for the nearest DQ. Do you remember the air-conditioning of old? Roll down the windows and let the hair fly.
The route for our ice-cream run...takes us right by the home of some friends...who, it turns out, would love to join us for ice-cream.
But not so quick...it seems there needs to be a mid-trip inspection. What's in the front...
...and what's in the back?
With that out of the way...and our friends in the back seat and ready to roll...we carried on with our mission of finding some ice-cream treats. It was one of those perfect summer evenings to sit outside and enjoy the delights of the season.
As I have mentioned previously, the 1947 Monarch was a gift from my dad...who loved restoring old cars (providing they were Fords)...and had a collection of antique vehicles at one time. He is always thrilled that we take the car out for a joyride on occasion. And he'll be happy to know we never ate ice-cream in the car. They never did that in 1947...so we won't do it now!
One other thing about the summer car. The car is registered in my name...but would be of no value to me whatsoever if I didn't have a driver. And so...I am happy to have a 'principal operator' who knows exactly what to do with our summer car. Not only can he get it started...sometimes on the very first attempt...but he has the strength to crank the wheel around those corners...and knows how to get it out of first gear. That helps.
I'm off to meet my dad this morning...but won't be taking the summer car. Even the 'principal operator' would think twice about taking it down the freeway.