These photos are from a hiking expedition last fall. I encountered this 1964 Chevrolet Bel Air Station Wagon in the nature preserve parking lot and couldn’t resist grabbing some snapshots.
Isn’t she grand?
She’s so wide she barely fits the parking space. This reminds me of the station wagon my parents had when I was a kid. The leather bench seat in the pre-seatbelt-law days of the eighties was a terrifying place to slide around.
I was dying to know who owns this car but will have to settle for simply knowing it exists out there in the world.
If you popped in here yesterday, you saw a black and white photo of a classic Chevrolet. My pal Jerry asked what color this beautiful car is and when I told him that it is black, his response was that I “yank chains nicely.”
Here’s a color depiction of the car.
When I took the photo that you saw yesterday as she was rolling down the road, I had no idea that we would cross paths again when I stopped by Ye Olde Mill for a milkshake.
They were hosting a car show that day. Since the show was just getting set up, I didn’t linger but did have the opportunity to chat with this car’s owner – an elderly lady who said you can either own a classic or you can have money but you can’t have both.
Nice lady, beautiful ’57 Chevy (even though she pointed out some work that still needs done) and a wonderful bit of serendipity on my adventure day!