I have thought a lot about home (America) the last weeks with everything happening in my life. Thinking about how I gave it all up to follow love and we all know how that turned out….and now I am here and my first instinct when everything blew up was to grab a ticket and go back….go back to my beloved home country….go back to Texas….but life doesn´t always let you do what you want. My kids are establishing themselves here with boyfriends, school, friends, work….here….Norway…..and it is here in Norway I will remain because of them.
However, I will always be proud of being American and I happily call myself a Texan even though I was born in Pennsylvania. (shhhh…..don´t say that loudly) My Texan accent has been buried under years of speaking British English to my new countrymen and women but every now and then I can still pull out a yáll or dawg when I speak….hahahahaha…..but I admit that I have become pretty Norwegian as well over the years, which isn´t a bad thing but it is kinda interesting how easy it is to lose sight of your roots when you are far away from them. Then I go to an event like yesterday´s Amcar get together and I´m ready to put my hand over my heart and sing God Bless America to the gorgeous red, white, and blue I saw waving gently in the sky….
I have absolutely NO knowledge about a car´s motor or specs….but what I do know is beauty when I see it….I know the feeling these gorgeous classic cars give me without even knowing what is under the hood….there are a lot of gorgeous cars made these days also but there is something about the timeless beauty of these old Americans…..the rumble of their motors (which I know nothing about) that makes me want to dance the twist in a poodle skirt with a chocolate milkshake in my hand outside the local 50´s diner…..or partake in a street race with a tough ass muscle car……or jump into an old pickup and bounce down a hot and dusty road in Texas with country tunes jamming out of my radio…….and I feel a bond to these Norwegian who love these old classics, even though I am too shy to talk to anyone when I am at these get togethers…I still feel a bond….an appreciation we share for these wonderful machines and the feelings they give us. Enjoy the photos below and I hope you feel what I feel when I look at these gorgeous pieces of history….
Do you feel it???
I think even you lovely ladies who read my blog, who are into interior, food, and crafts must appreciate these lovelies….you must feel how they move you? How can you not?
Someday I will have one of these beauties….whether it will be a muscle car for the bad ass in me, or a pickup for the Texan in me, or a 50´s car for the nostalgic in me, I do not know…but someday….I will roll into one of these get togethers with my own classic beauty and that thought is so exciting! Which one of these lovely classics would you choose if you could? Need more selection? Check these out….
A special thanks to the wonderful Norwegians who share their lovely machines with we who can only dream of them for the moment and for giving this American a moment of "home" as I wandered around photographing all these fantastic cars.
Until next time my friends….