Quite a few of you have been a little curious about that blue car in front of my house, so I thought I'd introduce you to him.
All my cars are boys ;)
This is Clarence.
He's a 1954 Ford Crestline.
An odd name for a car, I know, but I got him during Christmas a little over four years ago and he was a mess.
He reminded me of the angel without his wings in the movie 'It's a Wonderful Life' and the name stuck.
I took care of his needs and now he's not as much of a mess as he was.
In fact, I would say that his 'short soars'.
My mom told me that saying when I was a kid.
Apparently, it means that he runs well and fast.
And he does.
He has a 1988 Mustang 302 in him, so he should ;)
I am not a slow driver.
Sadly though, Clarence is looking for a new owner, because I don't have a big enough place to keep him sheltered.
They didn't design 1930s garages for 50s cars, if you know what I mean.
So, eventually someone else will love him and hopefully give him a nice, cozy place to sleep.
He's a good boy and he deserves love.
Doesn't every old thing?