Fifi and I were out doing a bit of last minute shopping today and decided to take the T-Bird. Always careful to park far away from carts and SUVs, we were fortunate enough to make acquaintances with this fine old example in the Kohl's parking lot.
She is an 1958 Impala, owned by a nice gentleman named Virgil. He has owned the vehicle since 1962 and has put over 300,000 miles on her, as well as going through three engines. (I did not want to tell him that my old Ford is only three years younger and still has the original 390). We exchanged pleasantries; turns out he has a convertible Impala of the same era at home - a "fair weather car". We wished each other Merry Christmas and went our separate ways.
Reminds me of a trip I took to Austin a couple of years back and spent a few nights with my old boss from Dell. We were tooling around Westlake and spotted this gorgeous '64 Lincoln (at least I think it is a '64) complete with suicide rear doors. That is Peter peering in and his silver Porsche over his right shoulder.