Editor’s Note: For those who might be new to this blog, and/or just forgot, “Steve” refers to a stroke that I experienced about 3 years ago.

I have made attending The American Graffiti car show a somewhat occasional annual thing. I mean, I go when it’s happening every year and I’ve been several times but necessarily actually annually. So I don’t think it makes this a tradition. Exactly. Or, maybe it is? I s’pose the reason I go is more important. It’s a way to honor the memory of my dad.

My dad was born in 1929 and always appreciated cars. He took pride in the fact that he could identify a make and model of a car by the grill. I loved his descriptions mostly because of the emotions evoked by talking about the cars. It was one of those, “Back in my day…” things that really caused me to imagine his day. Anyway, I often go to The American Graffiti car show because it’s local, is based on my home town Modesto and connects it to my dad.

As is my penchant, I took way too many photos and sorting them is making me appreciate more “content creators”. Since a have ton pictures I have created some loose themes. This installment is Wagons & Wheels for some reason I was drawn to them this year.

“Heh-heh…woodies.”

When I was kid in TX we had one of these! I was probably 4 or 5. My dad liked his European cars. We also had a Mercedes 220 S that he bought in the factory! I think he had an Opal at some point though I never saw it. We even had a 1964 1/2 Mustang, which my dad sold before either my brother or I could drive it.

For lunch I had Mac & Cheese on a waffle!

Surprisingly tasty. I would’ve partaken some of the delicious BBQ I smelled but I recently had oral surgery and was supposed to eat soft foods. Man, the BBQ smelled good. The waffle was delicious and the mac was cheesy.

Love the blinds and the rear seat.

Really can’t say why I was drawn to wheels this year but I know that my maternal grandad sold Excelsior tires at his gas station, when I find that picture I’ll share the story about his service station.

These last two photos break the theme for this post but who cares both relate to my birth year and the affinity for the era I was born…+/- 10 years. Until next time.