I was born in the seventies, when Smart Cars were not even a glimmer of a dream and people drove around in vehicles the size of their house. Thinking back to childhood brings back up memories of a huge, yellow Suburban, two hearse-like station wagons and, my all time favorite, the very large, very brown Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo that stalled in the middle of every dangerous intersection in the Philadelphia area.
Traumatic stall memories aside, there is something about seeing a house-sized vintage car that makes me smile. For as ugly as the big yellow Suburban was, it could fit what seemed like 25 friends in it, all heading out for a bowling birthday party. The station wagons were ugly but I remember my brother and I having fun having sliding contests in the back on our way to the shore. That Grand Cherokee may have broken down more times than I can count but it definitely made driving entertaining.
When we came across the Hackberry General Store along Route 66 in Arizona I was immediately taken by all of the wonderful relics scattered throughout the property. You’ve seen a few of their prize pieces here and here but it was the old, time worn cars, like the one in today’s Photo of the Day, “Billy Jack” that truly struck me. Where have they driven? What have they seen? Each dent and ding probably tells a story whether mundane or exciting.
Enjoy!
*tracey*


















