#99: Dream a Little Dream
Well, they call New Mexico the Land of Enchantment for a reason. Coming home to a heatless, hot waterless Brooklyn house after an entire Sunday spent waiting out plane delays and breathing recycled airport air was a bit of a shock to the system, but both me and the house have since recovered. I’ve got a few more days ahead of pouring over several hundred photos before show and tell.
Meanwhile dream cars were abound on and off the road out West. I was lucky enough to arrive in Las Vegas the day after the Barrett-Jackson car auction at Mandalay Bay, where Christmas came early for fortunate and well endowed car aficionados. I had an opportunity to sneak into the hangar before every last one was carted away, but with Security breathing down my neck, I only snapped a pitiful handful of some dare-to-dream favorites.
I’m a Chevy gal when it comes to pick-ups but these late 40’s Fords were glorious.
The black beauties. My dream (American) car, the Corvette C1 made from ’53 to ’62.
See the full list of cars here
A day later I got in the rented Mustang coupe and hit the road.