We ventured out to East Texas on Saturday. Beautiful Fall day. My folks used to have a cabin on little private lake near Winnsboro, so I'm familiar with the area. However, I hadn't been to visit in several years.
All through October, Winnsboro has an "Autumn Trails" festival. One of the weekends features an antique car show and parade.
Tons of Models A Fords, as well as some other old classic cars.
There was even an old '49 Ford F1 truck - which made me miss my old '50. There's nothing like seeing beautifully restored old classics to give you the itch to get your hands greasy bringing one back to life.
Time, finances, and workshop space will keep that on the back burner for quite a while longer, though.
I'd like to think that, if I do decided to take the plunge and get another project vehicle, I'll pick one a little better to start with than this old girl I found right outside Winnsboro :)
Old Downtown Winnsboro still has an active business area with several shops and restaurants. They even had a large Scrapbooking Store, which caught the eye of my Mrs.
While she browsed the shelves of virgin Scrapbook Store territory, I took a seat on the porch of the old restored Railroad Depot to people and car watch.
These two old codgers were camped out on the porch to do likewise. They were there when we got there, and still there when we left. They chatted with each other and with anyone else who wandered by and stopped long enough to start a conversation. Every once in a while, one of them would get up long enough to spit over the railing.
Reminded me of the old downtown square in the small town where I grew up. We called the old retired farmers who populated the benches around the square "Spittin' Whitlers", since they chewed tobacco and whittled while they talked and enjoyed sitting outside together.
The town I grew up in is modernized and urban now. No more old guys in their overalls warming their tired bones in the sun. Doesn't fit into the master planned community vision, I guess.
I miss those old guys. They knew alot of stuff, if anyone slowed down long enough to listen.