Cruisn' the coast

When I first heard the rumbling of their engines I thought a C-130 was following us. Then seeing dozens of antique and classic cars driving down the road, I thought for a second that my husband had been granted his wish and we had been transported back to the '30s (Midnight in Paris, anyone?). Really, it turned out to be an event called "Cruisn' the Coast," and hundreds of classic cars were hanging around our area for the week. We had a good time admiring them everywhere we went. One night after dinner, we found a '32 Model A and a Chevy from the '50s parked next to my Honda. My car is pretty, but it looked a little intimidated to be sandwiched between such pristine classics.  : )