Everyone needs a toy! he commented, obviously enjoying his summer vehicle. (With no windows in the doors, it was not made for Canadian winters!) The 1937 car was a real conversation piece. Checking prices online later, I realized it was probably a replica. An original would probably not be parked in a crowded parking lot where it could easily be nicked.
A week or two later, I saw this old truck, again in a coffee shop parking lot. The 1951 Dodge was an original that had been modified. (The truck's maximum speed had been 37 miles an hour, so the owner had to upgrade it in order to drive on public roads.)
Inside it was still the original - bringing back memories of trucks various family members had during my childhood... My grandfather and Uncle Erhardt, both carpenters, drove similar vehicles. Peering inside brought back memories of many rides - a familiar sense of the way life had been.
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