Dear mid-60s Buick caregivers,
The dry weather that is driving the horrible fires in southern California is simply threatening the north with another drought. The warm and dry air has cleared the streets of any water or mud that could dirty a classic. So the classic cars were out in force this morning.
On my way to my usual grocery shopping run I spotted a 60s Cadillac convertible. In the parking lot I spotted another 60 year old classic:

I've always had something of a soft spot for the Porsche 356. It definitely looks like a cross between a Volkswagon beetle and a 911. It is kind of an automotive
"missing link" in an evolutionary sequence.
I needed to get gas on my way home and, believe it or not, a Ford Ranchero from the late 1970s pulled up behind Biquette for a drink.
Finally, as I drove home, a Plymouth or Dodge from the early 60s was headed the other way.
I'm definitely not sure what the motivations was, but it was definitely a surprising collection of classic cars cruising the streets on an otherwise mundane Thursday morning in early January.
Edouard