Remember when you were a kid and used to love flying your kite?
A couple of weeks ago I bought my grownup adult child self a new kite. I have been flying it in the afternoon breeze coming in off the ocean at Morro Rock. Such a simple thing.
So anyway, then this happened.
The annual Kite Festival in Morro Bay CA.
From 75′ long Octopus kites…
to arrays of smaller kites…
to just plain crowded and colorful skies.
Sometimes you even get the feeling they may be watching you.
Benevolently I’m sure.
Did you have THAT car back in your teenage and high school years? The car that you dreamed of owning more than any other? The one that would have made that cheerleader you always wanted to date come after you? That ‘my life would change if I were driving that car’ car?
Well, mine was a 1969-70 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 396, metalflake blue paint with white pin striping, black interior, 4 on the floor Hurst shifter, and chrome reverse mags with white lettered tires. Classic muscle car. Looks so sleek that it would still be right at home in todays car market.
I went to the Crusin’ Morro Bay classic car show on Saturday afternoon, with 545 vehicles this year. Big time nostalgia reined. So many memories kicked up. Strong feels. Why do old cars, and old music, do that so hard for us?
Wait, OMG what is this… ??
So maybe it is 45 years late, but still so very tempting to drive off in THAT car. And since I’m not likely to get my current dream car Lamborghini anytime soon, why not?