Rolling Property

Lately, I've gotten the bug to buy a modest collectible vehicle.

I'm thumbing through issues of Hemmings with the avidity of a skunk rooting for grubs in my front lawn.

And I've attended nearly all the local cruises, especially the wonderful ones held weekly by the Thornhill Cruisers.


Thornhill Cruiser

The most recent one was spectacular, with probably two dozen concourse quality '40s--60s vehicles; and dozens of "very good" ones. It also was open to Corvettes of all ages. I never knew there were so many older Corvettes with Z06 motor transplants prowling our roads.

The array of chromed, chopped and channelled rods was amazing. I loved it when the participants left along the one lane parking lot--all those rumbling modified and crate 350s and 454s, 502s, strokers, supercharged and double turbo-charged Mustangs, '70's Chevelles, Chargers and Challengers.


Deep Purple

American Graffiti before your eyes. Only the greying ponytails, white sideburns and grandmotherly-looking chicks gave away the passage of time.

I bring my daughter to every show. She's partial to the 'Vettes, especially when she saw one of the Z06 transplants was driven by a woman. That, and a "sleeper" modified Supra with a claimed dyno rating of 640hp at the rear wheels, double the stock ponies. I'd peg the meticulously manicured, well-spoken owner as a senior business executive.

Men (and women) and their toys.

photos: Goldie-Anne Weiss