This was the Saturday that we came from a week at Yosemite and Bass Lake and made our trip back to the Los Angeles area. The first town we passed was Oakhurst where we always do our groceries, and the second town was Coarsegold. The name already gives the clue that it was from the gold mining era. When driving by, I saw little booths, and remembered that they had market on Saturday morning.
We first tried to park on the right side of the road, but got shoed away by a waitress, standing on the patio, when we parked in front of the restaurant.
"Look", she said, lighting up a cigarette, "this is is a restaurant. If you come for the car show, you have to park in the back area."
She made a gesture to the streets behind her.
"And you can't park across here either, because that's a Burger King's spot."
I don't like bossy people, so I responded to her with, "We are not coming for the car show", which was true. I saw the booths, and my mind said, "Sales!"
I dreaded looking for a parking spot for a while, or would have to walk 20 min.
"I knew that something was wrong with this empty parking spot", I mumbled.
We then parked on the other side, and crossed the busy highway on foot.
I decided to let go of my vindictive plot to walk back to the restaurant and tell the waitress,
"Look, you didn't know that I was going to write a nice article about the restaurant in the paper, but now my article is going to be titled, "The restaurant that doesn't want your business" (sorry, I'm still not perfect).
We walked past a few booths, and then I saw a classic car in the distance.
Ooh, that's going to be a pic, I thought. And before we knew it, we walked into..."the car show!"
Maybe some of you remember that some of the women who were selling beauty products in the past decades drove a pink car ? Can't remember the name of the beauty product, or the decade.
One could tell that when we wanted to take a pic, a big smile came on the face of the owner of these cars. It was their pride and joy!
Never had seen an antique police car
This is my Favorite!
All these cars reminded me on our previous neighborhood where there were a few men who were always working on their classic car in the evenings and on weekends. It always intrigued me. Also, I think it's very healthy to have a hobby to immerse oneself in, next to one's job.
What is your hobby?
Mine is knitting, reading, traveling, hmm, that's first enough. Otherwise you'll think I never work:)