I’m always impressed at the confidence people show when they drive these classic cars around in regular traffic. Not in themselves – everyone thinks they’re a pretty good driver, even (particularly?) when they’re not. I mean confidence in the rest of you clowns. Personally I always expect my fellow drivers to do something stupid and I’m not often let down: weaving back and forth so they can get to the red light a whole 3 seconds before me, changing lanes without signaling, and, my personal favorite, honking at anyone who doesn’t turn right on red agressively enough to suit them.
I always enjoy the sight of these brave folk gambling their expensive – and safety-feature light – classic vehicles out on the open road. It’s nice to see that they enjoy using these vintage machines, not just peering at them in a garage, immobile, like some giant metal and rubber butterfly in a case. I know I enjoy seeing them.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
