We had a little car show at the June Fling in town this past Saturday. I drove the 51 down to it.. It's the first car show/cruise in I have attended as a participant in 30 years. You know how it is...."Meh".... I have not really missed much. I did enjoy talking to the gentleman who was all over my Coupe. He had one in the early 60s. I enjoyed that. I was impressed with a 49 Chevy Coupe. It had a 261 4 speed, dual Carter/Webers and Fenton Headers. It was a really nice car. Of course the older ladies would ask questions and tell about their Daddy's car. I enjoy that. Then there's the people I used to know. You have to say something...Hello. How you doing...yeah OK bye.... I spied a white Galaxie, a 1962 Victoria Club Coupe. So I had to get a closer look. I had one just like it. This car was nice but the more I looked. The more familiar it became. Through the open window I stared at the dash. Man it brought back memories but, there was something else.. Mine was a 352 Cruisomatic car. This car was a 390 4 speed. Untitled by Travis Brown, on Flickr Untitled by Travis Brown, on Flickr Untitled by Travis Brown, on Flickr Untitled by Travis Brown, on Flickr Untitled by Travis Brown, on Flickr I talked to the gentleman that owned it and in conversation it became clear.... This car was my old Galaxie! Ahhhh the memory goes back.... 1991 The last cruise...the last real cruise of my life...Center Point AL 1991. That summer I had bought the Ford. I was 19. There was a giant parking lot full of young folks. It was like a one year reunion. Hot Rods and girls. Little did we know that it was the end of an era..... This rusty ass car come loping by, I told my friend who was standing by me..."Either that's a big piece of junk or he's bad." That car pulled out of the lot and at the light change he did a wheel stand. I looked at my friend and said..."Yep, he's bad." That friend was Jody. Maybe some of you remember Jody and I finding the race car in the woods. I saw Sean Saye...He had his military hair cut. He was in the Navy. He worked with the Seals. I was surprised how muscular Sean was. Sean was always a slight fellow. He looked like he could chew nails and spit out bolts. Sean was training to be a pilot. Within a year or so we lost Sean in the Pacific due to a helicopter crash. They said it was a seal team training mission but you never know. Across from the big parking lot was a Krystal's. More than once I crushed the tailpipes under the bumper of that Galaxie pulling into that Krystal's. A short time later.... I was sweet on this girl and we dated. Not always in the Galaxie it shared time with my Chevelle. I took her for ride when I got the Galaxie. She commented laughed about that big back seat. Of course nothing happened. She was a tease and I was too much of a gentleman. I took her to the June Jam in Fort Payne in that '62 Ford. It was over a 200 mile round trip. The Country Group Alabama used to put on the June Jam yearly. That year they had....Garth Brooks, Alan Jackson, Trisha Yearwood, Martha McBride, and many others. It was right before a lot of those folks became superstars. It took us as long to get from the Fort Payne exit to the concert, as it did for us to go from Birmingham to Ft Payne. It was the Middle of June in the Middle of the day. Stop and go traffic for two hours. That old Ford got....Hot!!! All of her Make up melted off. She drank a big bottle of Gatorade she brought for us...all by herself. Then she asked the question..."Does this car have air conditioning?" "Nope". I replied. "Well my car does" she replied. We got to the concert and had a wonderful time. The whole time I was haunted by the thought....I hope that old Ford cranks back up. Well it did and got us home. It was smooth cool sailing going down I 59 that cool summer night. That 352 was singing. We got to her house nd pulled in. We got out and she said, "Travis! Your car!" There was a light haze of smoke coming out from under the hood. " Aww, It's alright." I said...and it was. I walked her up to the porch and kissed her goodnight. That was my first real kiss. Yep, that '62 brought back lots of memories. When I had it the paint was faded. The front seat needed to be re done, some of the seams had split. It sure was nice to see it. It was a blessing. Most of the time you have no idea what happened to the cars of your youth. Again it was so good to see it and to see it done up nice. I sold that old car in '98. I often wondered what became of it. It was my favorite.