Friday Night Cruise

Friday nights all over America people gather for Cruise Night. Mostly, from what I've seen, it's men with midlife crises. They bring the cars and trucks they idolized in their youth and open the hoods so you can see all the chrome on their motors. They paint them crazy colors and they all have do not touch signs on them. We take Mr. Truck's truck, go out to dinner and then stroll around and look at everyone's cars. Some have accessories.



Some remind me of the man that used to sell vegetables and fruit from his truck when I was just a very little girl.




Some are very strange. This car belongs to



this man. He likes to sing with the DJ.



Some are from the fifties





and some are very new.



Mr. Truck always likes a nice GTO but he's very careful to keep his hands off them.



What he really wants is one of these. I have no idea why.



I like the Model A's

That's because I learned to drive in one and no I'm not that old.

I'm also partial to Minis.


What has this got to do with knitting? Well, I always knit on the way there in the truck but it's very bumpy. A 1954 Chevy pick-up is the reason for the saying "rides like a truck." And Friday night I dropped a bunch of stitches going over a big bump. End of knitting until we got home and I could fix it.