Antique Car Show

I mentioned in my previous blog that I went to a car show during Marquette’s Seafood Fest. So for all you car lovers, here’s a gallery of a bunch of cool-looking old cars.

…Oh, and please don’t ask about the details because I’m no aficionado. I should’ve documented the make and model at the time as I went around, but alas, no can do. So just make it into a game- “Figure out what car that is!” (Then tell me. So I can post it and take the credit.)

Niiiiiiiiice

“Rat Rod” made out of a lawnmower

The only engine I took a picture of because it had a cartoon on it… can I BE any more of a stereotype

LOVE this. Chevy. The camera doesn’t pick it up, but the blue stripes are glittery!

this one makes me LOL

notice it says “cute” in gold above the grill

I love this one because its purple and it looks like it belongs in Roger Rabbit

Model T (I know this one!)

Another photo I’m dedicating to my friend, Bailey 🙂

why no door handles?

Small, but Cosmopol: Marquette Michigan Gets Bumped Into the Running

So much awesomeness has come to pass, I’m sad I’m leaving in a couple of days. I’m surprised to say that Marquette may become a nominee in potential places to live. However, this is only the first stop. No getting ahead of myself. Right now I’d like to take a cursory look at the last few days… a 13 mile bike ride around the “almost-an-island,” a Seafood Fest that offered fancy surf ‘n turf, an antique car show, and a Pink Floyd tribute band complete with laser show, a sunbath and boat ride at the lake house, a trip to the eclectic farmer’s market, and relaxing acoustic music played by locals at the top floor of the Inn. Hmm… there’s so much to say… so many emotions to convey… how should I start?…. Ooh, I know! Video montage!

Ahhh. Wasn’t that nice? That Godiva chocolate martini was as good as it looked, in case you were wondering. Suffice to say, my vacation has gone above and beyond my greatest expectations, if I had ever had any really. I go back to Atlanta on wednesday, pack my car on thursday, and head out to New Orleans on friday. More blogtastic anecdotes ahead. But I’m still here. Suspended in crystal cool Great Lake bliss, falling asleep to my favorite book under a Yooper sun. (that’s how the folks here refer to the Upper Peh-nins-YOO-la)