Pardon My French

Just for Dad...

On my husband's birthday, there was an antique car event in our town and he wanted to go take a look at all the cars. I was actually looking forward to it since it's a connection with my life back home, and as I have already said, I've got plenty of practice at entertaining myself at these kinds of things. This particular event was called a '5-litre race,' and if you look closely enough at the pictures you might be able to see the plastic containers of gas attached to the cars. It started raining quite heavily 2 minutes after our arrival, but people carried on in spite of the water damage that I imagined was happening to their cars. One of my personal favorite drivers was a solitary man in a fur coat...he looked rather like a tough guy sitting all alone in his car, but the fur coat gave him kind of a different edge. All he needed was a cigar.