Very few club members share with our group the story of how they acquired their old car(s).
Even fewer (I would venture none) have written a poem that expresses their pleasure in riding through town and putting smiles on the faces of pedestrians and other motorists.
We are fortunate that Barbara Coon has shared her memories with us in the following article. The story is told in the first person from the point of view of the 1937 Ford that we all know so well.
The Old '37 - a Story
Oh my - he stripped me down, overhauled me, oiled and greased my parts while putting me back together. I looked so darn good I received several trophies at the car shows.
I had fun flirting with other cars and owners. My master has given me lots of loving care. I might be old but my rings and bearings still work and all my joints are well greased. My surface is well dusted and polished to a brilliant shine.
Actually I'm in better shape than Barb and George! I might be old at the age of 81 but still traveling along the highways and byways.
Signed, Old ‘37
The Old '37- a Poem
A pair of antiques in an antique car
Cruising along having fun so far.
Hi there, hello there
From the antique car
You wish you were where we are
just cruising along in the antique car.