Diner Nights and Classic Cars

Diner Nights and Old Cars

Alrighty then, still living in Canada, middle of May upon us and things are still slow on the growth front of economics, so there are few means of entertaining ourselves, outside of the TV, computers, WII games, you get the drift. I am still one of those dying breeds that hangs on to the blurred hopes that social gatherings and family get togethers will make a comeback.

So being that I am also one of *those* people that is hanging on to few hopes and objects, like a few classic cars, we, ( me and the Mr.) were invited out to a friend’s new diner car restaurant. You know, one of those old railways looking car diners. Actually a dining car (American English) or restaurant car (British English), also diner, is a railroad passenger car that serves meals in the manner of a full-service, sit-down restaurant. Very cool really, hamburgers, fries, milkshake, all the goods that makes a diner what it use to be. With that said, we loaded up in our 75 Dodge Dart, drove the few miles down the winding road to a fun filled evening with people who are looking a social get-together. Lo and behold, the music was playing, the waitress was taking orders, people were all talking at once, in their separate booths and a good time was to be held by all.

Before actually sitting down to enjoy the good food, beverage and people, one could walk about the large parking lot of the diner, with ewwwwws and awwwwws of others classic cars, a Viper, 1970 Chevy short box truck, a 1963 Corvette, 1930 Ford Roadster, 1933 Anglia, the list was endless over the chatter of energized voices of trading stories of restoration of this bumper, or that chrome, or the 75 Dodge Dart that remains in prima condition, like is just rolled off the assembly line.
It is a good feeling in these down days of spiral trends, Fox worthy news always seeming more depressed than the day before, that people can find a reason to gather, to visit and to just get together, to enjoy a old way of being, just getting together without a whole lot of reasons, other than to just enjoy being with other people who share a common bond, the need to be with others.

I am Viesta and I am out