Earlier this month, we attended a relative’s wedding just outside of Springfield, MA. The morning after, we found ourselves at a charming diner in Florence, MA, and this 1950 Plymouth convertible was there, driven by someone who obviously enjoys taking it out for breakfast!
There’s a Shell gas station a quarter mile from my house, and I’ve gotten to know the owner and many of the employees well after living nearby for the last 21 years. They work on anything and everything. The pump attendant told me that someone had dropped off this 1956 Chrysler for tires and brakes, as it had been sitting for an indeterminate number of years.
We just got back from a week in Cape May, NJ, and while treating ourselves to a midday ice cream snack, this Rivian showed up. I’ve seen them in the metal at car shows, but this was my first sighting of one on the road. It looked good, what I’d call “right-sized”: big enough to carry what you need, but nowhere near the gargantuan heft of today’s “full-size” pickups which I’ve observed struggle to park in my local Wawa convenience store.
This plate was on a Honda S2000. Capisco?
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