Know a Car Guy (or Car Gal) in need of a holiday gift? These are collector car parts—and there’s a story behind them. My husband is a Car Guy too. Back when we were dating, we spent a lot of time visiting a classic car mausoleum—from time to time the inhabitants were exhumed, to live again—in Gettysburg. My Tom would be inside, communing with the collector car guru in his shop—where, not incidentally, a space heater lived. I’d be outside, dressed to the nines (a designer blazer from the thrift shop, but at least I still wore my beloved blue jeans), wandering around the junkyard—I mean mausoleum—with my camera.
I developed a certain fascination with the old, rusty parts—paint peeled, rust seemed relentless, but the parts began to look like pieces of sculpture, and I discovered that, rust and all, they had their own dignity.
So eventually the Guru signaled his approval, and Tom and I wed. (Pro tip: Nothing is ever really that simple.) We’re still here, and so is the car about which Tom was prone to consult the Guru: a red 1964 Corvair Monza convertible. Back in the day, we drove home in it after our wedding.
I’m still painting car parts.
“Rust Never Sleeps” is matted in a landscape-mode, archival 11” x 14” mat with backing, ready to pop into a store-bought frame. Shipping is extra (send me your zip code for cost). If you’re near Culpeper or Warrenton, VA, we can absolutely do a local pickup.
Know a Car Guy (or Car Gal) in need of a holiday gift? These are collector car parts—and there’s a story behind them. My husband is a Car Guy too. Back when we were dating, we spent a lot of time visiting a classic car mausoleum—from time to time the inhabitants were exhumed, to live again—in Gettysburg. My Tom would be inside, communing with the collector car guru in his shop—where, not incidentally, a space heater lived. I’d be outside, dressed to the nines (a designer blazer from the thrift shop, but at least I still wore my beloved blue jeans), wandering around the junkyard—I mean mausoleum—with my camera.
I developed a certain fascination with the old, rusty parts—paint peeled, rust seemed relentless, but the parts began to look like pieces of sculpture, and I discovered that, rust and all, they had their own dignity.
So eventually the Guru signaled his approval, and Tom and I wed. (Pro tip: Nothing is ever really that simple.) We’re still here, and so is the car about which Tom was prone to consult the Guru: a red 1964 Corvair Monza convertible. Back in the day, we drove home in it after our wedding.
I’m still painting car parts.
“Rust Never Sleeps” is matted in a landscape-mode, archival 11” x 14” mat with backing, ready to pop into a store-bought frame. Shipping is extra (send me your zip code for cost). If you’re near Culpeper or Warrenton, VA, we can absolutely do a local pickup.