Montana

This is a shot of my 1962 Plymouth Fury convertible where I found it last year. It is a rare car. It is one of about 1500 made that year. It is a Sport Fury with a 361 big block engine and a push button automatic transmission. I got it running, did some suspension and drive line work and had a lot of fun driving it around last summer.

The car is a good runner, but needs a total restoration. I don't have the time or the resources to do that, so I am trading the car to Steve Celar in Helena, Montana. I am getting a 2001 extended cab Chevrolet truck that is in really nice shape. I am sad to get rid of the car, as I am sure I will never run across another one again. Steve runs a body shop and is a hard core hot rodder, so I know the car is going to a good home. It still really sucks though.

I really enjoy going to Montana. The scenery on the way down to Helena is one of my favorite things to see. I would like to take some more time to explore some of the old mining towns down there. What I love the most is looking at old cars. Steve Celar and Kurt Rose are two friends of mine down in Helena that have amassed an amazing collection of old cars. The cool thing about Montana is that no one throws any old vehicles away, so they are to be found almost anywhere.

I went with my friend Craig to a Wal-Mart in Helena looking for Cherry Coke Zero, that can't be found in Canada. I had never travelled with 22 cases of pop, but I did today. I know that I am not a fashion model, but I am positive that the beautiful people of the world weren't gathering at that Wal-Mart yesterday. I feel bad saying this, but if I was 30 years younger I would have been terrified to the point of crying at the people I saw. I have watched a lot of "Night of the Living Dead" type movies in my life, and wondered if perhaps Craig and I were the only ones shopping there who weren't one of the undead. Luckily there were enough values to be had so the people we saw didn't try to eat our brains.

I know I am shallow and judgemental, but I spent a few minutes during my people watching honestly wondering if one man in front of me was an albino or not. The next time I start feeling down on myself and doubting my looks, all I have to do is remember the Helena Wal-Mart.

I am a sinner, I need the Lord...