Skip to main content

Monmouth

Monmouth's Prime Beef Festival provides a pretty decent show and this year was no different.  Just like last year I met my old high school buddy, Ed Johnson from Peoria.  He has a beautiful '62 Chevy Impala.   Miss Frump made the trip without any problem.   



The Frump shined up after arriving and ready for attention.



I tend to be a purist at car shows.  I shy away from an over-the-top presentation.  This owner, however, seems to revel in it.  I'm sure this guy garnered more laughs than my disgusted harrumph.   My rationale is the car is the real show, not the skeletons, stuffed toys, LED lights, photo albums, drive-in window tray.  But to each their own.
  


This guy bought a hearse and grill in a coffin.  Actually, I find this clever and fun to look at.  



That is a real tufted leather floorboard.  My God, the money these guys spend on their wheels!



Just a plain old pick up.  No chrome, no modifications.  I liked that a lot. 



As compared with this gaudy monstrocity.  Souped up, chromed out, wild paint job and everything modified in the cab.  Give me the old white one above any day.


This is real comfort for a day of showing.  A tent when you can't find a tree, and a cooler full of tasty food and drink.  Beats 18 holes of golf any day.



And yeah, winning recognition is the topping on the cake anytime.  Yea, Frump!!

Comments

  1. jeffsutorOctober 20, 2016 at 7:54 AM

    I enjoy seeing old trucks and cars clean an unaltered as the rolled off the assembly line so many years ago. No need for extra chrome, tufted leather and fancy props. Just a quick, clean look back at our history in glorious iron.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Summer Swim

It's Monday and the start of another work week.  Except for me.  I have the week off because the parents of my daycare charges are taking the week off, too. This is one of those wordless posts I love on Mondays so I can put my laziness in full view of loyal readers.  These pics need no words.  Why muddy the waters?   They were taken at the pool at Sinkhole Estates aka Death Valley.  The nice thing about this pool is it is heated in winter.  If one must find positives in one's situation, I suppose that is one.  But, please, no more.   
Post a Comment
Read more

Flashback Friday

Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless.  Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001.  It was one of those things that can generate crime:  two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job.   Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things.  Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold.   But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find.   His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead.  He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds.  He will be paralyzed for life.   None of this is pleasant.  Reading the facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant
Post a Comment
Read more