Galva Freedom Fest Car Show Part 1

I had hoped for a few more outings with Miss Frump on my stay in Northlandia.  The Miss stays up here because where I am is simply not viable for an old car.  People are crazy fast and just crazy down here, so it is best to keep her on nice slow Midwestern roads.   Like I said, I had hoped for more shows but a pesky little motor mount problem kept her at the hospital for a couple weeks.  I finally got a call from Dr. Allen that she was ready to be discharged and so we went to the Galva Freedom Fest car show on the 9th of August.  

Here we are cruising Route 34 in between Altona and Galva.  The proliferation of windmills is rather jolting.  Anyway, Miss Frump and I are still getting used to each other so, while she has been reliable everytime out, I still need to understand her specific eccentricities and driving habits.  Dr. Allen worked on her steering box so the steering was tighter.  We seem to still have starting issues and may need a carb re-build.   

It didn't take long before being assigned our class and finding a parking spot for the hordes to come over and dazzle at her lines and classic style.  Yes, I am being a little snarky.  Just as soon as I parked and started cleaning her a four folks meandered over to get a glimpse.  They seemed impressed and  their ogling warmed my heart.  

As you can see she was next to a late 60's model Plymouth Roadrunner which would get most of the attention.  And as for her classic lines, well, Miss Frump is a mutt of a car, half-Chrysler half-Dodge, so classic styling wasn't involved in her conception.  

Turns out she was assigned the wrong class, so we had to move and we landed next to a pretty sharp looking Chevy.  She started right off (I always cross my fingers) and we made the short drive down to the correct area.  She may not win any trophies but she looks great and I am glad to have her - something rare and not seen very often.  

The outing was great and she performed well; started and stopped when instructed, and cleaned up pretty good too after all these months in storage.  

She may not have the fins of my Imperial, or the homeliness of my Plymouth, or the sportiness of my Galaxie, all gone when I moved down here, but she is mine and that makes her priceless.  Oh, and I do have another stall in the garage and I like to think she may want company someday.