There is no Labor Day car show this year. But, the car gods just sent me a sign – a sort of Revelation – if you will.
I’ve become accustomed to seeing a lot of classic cars when I run along this pretty coastal road. ‘Sunday Drivers’ we call them.
Now, I’ve NEVER seen a Volvo P1800 around here. Hell, I’ve never seen one period. I didn’t even know there was such a thing, but after a few miles It just hit me like a ton of bricks out of the blue. I stopped dead in my tracks and let loose this unconscious sexual “Ohhh,Uhhh!!” – it was a mint condition gold convertible. Top down and stopped at a light, I mean it was RIGHT THERE!
Embarrassed, I turned to see that the guy behind me was wearing headphones, “Thank God he didn’t hear that” I thought. Secondly I thought, “what’s wrong with him? Did he NOT see that?”
My love of the Volvo Amazon P120 is no secret. But, I think I’m a P1800 guy now.
Or maybe I’m just highly suggestible after running a few hard miles. Runner’s High?
-Let’s Roll ‘H’