Anyone who knows Dad, (or Mike) knows that he loves old cars.
Mom heard on the radio that the Cannery Casino was hosting a classic car show. This afternoon we thought we would trek down Craig Road and check out the chrome.
Reno hosts a three day event that has thousands of car freaks showing off seat beltless death traps.
Poodle skirts and horrific music included.
This wasn't anything near that spectacle.
Mom didn't know when it started.
We figured around three in the afternoon would be a good time. Wrong.
It's the desert and it's hot. Outdoor fun in Vegas is for night owls.
Cars were just getting there. We dropped him off. (No handicapped parking anywhere near.)
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| That is just mean. |
By the time I parked the car and we made our way back to where the "Show" was. He was done looking.
Did they not anticipate a older crowd might come and want to look at the cars?
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