to bring you the prelude to the 2011 Woodward Dream Cruise. If you're here looking for quilty content, you may want to look away now. But I don't recommend it.
After all, you may see some of these vehicles on quilts someday.
Sam is sick, so mum and I headed down to Woodward Ave, the first stretch of concrete roadway in the world. And the scene of many a teenage drama, including mum's. She used to cruise here.
Tomorrow is the official cruise, but they've been at it all week. For miles and miles, nothing but people from all over the country and their classic cars. Duggan's Irish Pub is a hot spot, our local news broadcasts the cruise from here.
People are incredibly courteous, letting each other into traffic, giving thumbs up to the cars, and car owners are more than happy to tell you all about their rides.
Not only are the cars cruising, they're parked all along the road, anywhere they can fit. Folding chairs near the curb for comfort, and someone handed us free bottles of Faygo pop.
I had a hard time finding a parking space, but that didn't stop me from taking pictures along the route.
But never fear - I was in the slow lane, it was stop, go, stop, go, stop stop stop. I clicked at stops. Mostly.
These ladies were a hoot - they were rating the rides.
I love it when the hot rods squeal their tires and take off. Lots of rubber gets left behind on Woodward during cruise week.
Love this one.
Mum remembers riding in something like this.
A personal favorite.
So, tomorrow is the real cruise, and I want to go for it. I'll have you know I only took and uploaded 245 pics to my flickr and no, I didn't put them all on my blog. I also have a couple of movies for you. Might want to turn your volume down a bit. The first is the cars...
And here, a band started up, and this guy was dancing all by himself. He really made my toes start tapping, if I'd been braver I would have gotten out there with him. But then we wouldn't have the cool movie of him.
Hope you enjoyed that as much as we did. Not sure I'm going tomorrow, Sam was good enough to give me his awful cold. My throat is killing me and my nose is leaking like a sieve. But tomorrow will be even better - wall to wall classic cars - noise and fumes and crowds, how I love it! The only way it would be better is if it was held on a beach somewhere. Think I'll go to bed now with a half-gallon of Nyquil. I bet gas fumes are good for your sinuses....clear them right up, right? I'm going to fall asleep with the old "see the USA in your Chevrolet" commercial ringing in my ears....