Today I left my Beetle in the garage because the weather was so incredible we didn't need AC and the Pontiac is much more comfortable for riding around in. It feels like you're gliding in a giant steel cloud. Jim and Mal followed behind in their Wagoneer since Aunt Gay offered to take care of baby girl for the evening.
We stopped for turkey sandwiches and Nutty Buddies at a rest stop along the way.
And we got to the coast. And made a quick stop.
Then we finally got to Highway 90 and tailgated as the opening ceremony parade came rumbling down the beach at sunset.
Afterward we walked around looking at all the vintage masterpieces parked along the shore. The paint on this Chevelle was so glossy black, it was difficult to photograph it. It picked up so much light with its shine!
Jim's was by far the best looking Jeep we saw.
Mallorie and I both fell hard for this emerald green Pontiac. I think it was maybe a Starchief?
A lovely, lovely day. I'll dream of candy paint jobs and peanut butter interiors.