Vroom, vroom!

On Saturday, the hubby and I went to the Motorama, "Greenville's premier classic car show and auction," as this article puts it.  It wasn't quite as big as Das Awkscht Fescht, which is the huge car show that happens up in the Lehigh Valley every summer (we went last year for our wedding anniversary and it was great.)  Still, the Motorama was pretty neat.  Among other things, we saw a Lotus Esprit and a bunch of tricked-out Datsun Z-cars (which my husband was particularly interested in, since he had a couple when he was younger.)  There was a nice MG, a convertible Oldsmobile 442, a ton of Mustangs, Galaxies, Thunderbirds, and Corvettes, and an old Studebaker, also.  The best part for me, though, was seeing this car:

This, ladies and gents, is a VERY nice 1960 Chevrolet El Camino.  You all know I'm really lusting after a 1959 El Camino, but I was overjoyed to see its younger sibling today.  (Seriously -- I thought i was going to cry.)  This car is the closest I've come (so far) to seeing a '59 in the flesh (or is that "in the chrome"?)  There isn't too much difference between the two, although the '60 is more geometric and less curvy than the '59, but they both pretty much followed the body styles of the respective Impalas of those model years.  There was a really sharp 1960 Impala at the show today, too, so I was able to point out the similarities to my husband.  I don't think he had any idea that I knew so much about Chevys in general and El Caminos in particular.

The best part?  The car you see above was for sale.... a steal at only $36,000.  No, I didn't buy it.  Extravagances such as food and shelter prevent me from owning such a spiffy ride at this time.  And anyway, I'm still holding out for a '59. 

P.S.: If I did own this particular car, though, it wouldn't have such dumb looking low-profile tires on it.  If it was my car, it would be sporting whitewalls.  Yeah, baby.