Old iron in Heritage Day

In Heritage weekend, I usually gravitate to something that moves. Or used to move. This year I searched for a classic car show but could only get the usual one in Camino Carrasco. So there.

The best display was by the Ford A club. My late father had one and I remember riding it.





A toothy De Soto was flashing its chrome and its slick, glossy black body. I wonder if this was a funeral limousine.



Young people cannot believe the dashboards of the era.



In the museum field there is an ancient British road roller, slowly turning into brown dust.



An old Aclo bus is also dying nearby. I rode in these buses as a child, and also in a similar one in India, not that long ago.







Thanks for looking. Hardware: Canon 7 with its awesome 50/1.8, Pan F+ in Beutler.