- Dan was thanked (in absentia) for his citizenship party last month. They're now basking in Spain on the Med.
- John Dewitt (also by proxy) reminded everyone about the summer's upcoming grand tour.
- Kelvin, who was present, announced the date of the St George's Day bash in April.
- The next meeting will be at a new restaurant 'Gahan's' on queen St (where the Vault used to be).
Report on the February 20 Meeting
One common thread from last evening's February dinner was how sick everyone is of winter. We usually all get pretty bummed around this time but this year seems worse. The meeting stuff was short as there's not much going on what with the darned snow, ice, cold and more ice but it was fun to hear about all the cars being traded. It seems that Kelvin is gaining a lot of garage space while others are losing it.
Wow!
This is ridiculous, not the least because of what the seller wants for it.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/1973-Stretch-Chevy-Jaguar-XJ12-Limo-Limousine/303067667555?hash=item46903d9c63:g:BhwAAOSwBBRca2VD
Bob E.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/1973-Stretch-Chevy-Jaguar-XJ12-Limo-Limousine/303067667555?hash=item46903d9c63:g:BhwAAOSwBBRca2VD
Bob E.
The Chase - Ralph's essay Jan 2019
The Chase
Oh the mystery! Oh the treasure! Oh the cobwebs and mouse poo!
What is hiding in that barn down a long winding lane? Perhaps instead it is a small garage in a back lane or even just a shed with a twisted ramshackle door about to fall off. All you can see so far is that the building has not been opened for a long time. The grass and weeds are tall. Small alders crowd the driveway, elbowing each other for space. Or maybe it is winter, and the fresh snow lies pristine. What could be behind these long-forgotten doors? Stories have been whispered for days, weeks, maybe months or even years. A tidbit here and a morsel there. Maybe they could be true. There is, after all, a touch of credibility to the tales.
You crave this moment when the truth is so close, just the swing of a garage door away. You expect to be disappointed, of course, but maybe this time - maybe this time, just maybe, this will be the time.
A deal has been struck. Access has been arranged. Trees have been cut down, the old plywood patch on the building removed, the rusty hardware pried off and many shovel loads of dirt are hastily freed from the ground in front of the door. Now is the time of truth. What will you find? Is this the time?
The pearls that you pursue are now almost in view and your waiting is over. Years of neglect and abandonment are slowly and carefully lifted away to reveal the treasure. The room is dimly lit and the dust is thick in the air but none of that matters. All at once years of junk are cast off, the kiddie pool, a bag of rags, and another full of pop cans are lifted away. Old car parts and pieces of wood and cardboard are cast aside to reveal a threadbare old blanket. The shape it hides is evocative, but it is what you expect to see. With a pull it slides off to the floor and there it is. Finally, there it is.
And you are not disappointed. In reality you are rarely disappointed. To explore and be the first to discover something that was lost or unseen is a thrill, something that will never grow old.
(Be sure to continue to read the rest of this essay by clicking on "Read more" below!)
Oh the mystery! Oh the treasure! Oh the cobwebs and mouse poo!
You crave this moment when the truth is so close, just the swing of a garage door away. You expect to be disappointed, of course, but maybe this time - maybe this time, just maybe, this will be the time.
A deal has been struck. Access has been arranged. Trees have been cut down, the old plywood patch on the building removed, the rusty hardware pried off and many shovel loads of dirt are hastily freed from the ground in front of the door. Now is the time of truth. What will you find? Is this the time?
The pearls that you pursue are now almost in view and your waiting is over. Years of neglect and abandonment are slowly and carefully lifted away to reveal the treasure. The room is dimly lit and the dust is thick in the air but none of that matters. All at once years of junk are cast off, the kiddie pool, a bag of rags, and another full of pop cans are lifted away. Old car parts and pieces of wood and cardboard are cast aside to reveal a threadbare old blanket. The shape it hides is evocative, but it is what you expect to see. With a pull it slides off to the floor and there it is. Finally, there it is.
And you are not disappointed. In reality you are rarely disappointed. To explore and be the first to discover something that was lost or unseen is a thrill, something that will never grow old.
(Be sure to continue to read the rest of this essay by clicking on "Read more" below!)
Garage envy
Here’s an interesting site. I’ve been on his website before but not for some time. If not careful, one could develop a serious case of garage envy. J
Phil
http://www.mgnuts.com/garageproject/
Phil
http://www.mgnuts.com/garageproject/
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