Sunday, July 30, 2006
FABULOUS
Near sundown on Saturday, OLD GLORY waving in the breeze, and the big car show was in town. The Fifties Fever. So we went downtown to see what was happening.
It was empty.
The streets and sidewalks were all deserted. The whole party had moved to the west side of town, either at the street drags behind Arby's or the street dance at the Model T. So we decided to go into the big tent America's Car Museum at the Flying A Garage had set up in the west Winner's parking lot. The tent contains about a dozen or so cars from the collection. The entire collection is said to be over 160 vintage one-of-a-kind automobiles. Every one we saw that night was cool.
This is the famous Winnemucca Propane Car. This car held some sort of land speed record, I should have take a photo of the story that was posted over it.
This small glimpse of the car collection going into the new museum is really amazing. Take a look a just one small item now in the collection.
This one was Miss Patti's favorite, the desert dusty rose CADDY.
It's about 27 feet long.
After that we went home, we had missed the party completely.
Butch headin' out, from the Sundance in Muccabull Springs.
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Labels: Celebrations, Nevada, Travel, Winnemucca
Thursday, July 20, 2006
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Friday, July 14, 2006
Forty-Four Hours
It's time for the local desert and surrounds to experience the heat of deep summer. And of course along with that comes the famous forty-four hour tournament, which is the biggest event around these parts every year. Small children in Muccabull Springs can't wait to reach the age that they can wander into the swarm and witness how exciting life will be when they finally become of age.
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Labels: Winnemucca
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Dog Licking Himself.
I left the gate open on July 4th, and forgot about it. I then left the house for a few minutes, and when I came back he was gone. I rode all around the neighborhood on my bike looking for him, and after about 1/2 hour I gave up. An hour and a half later he showed up a the Tone Monger's house and I had to retrieve him. Really tired when he got home, but happy about the adventure.
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