Here is a brief synopsis of this journey and trust me, there is much more to come.

The First “OLD CAR” was our 1937 Packard. Yes, I say first. These old cars are kind of like potato chips, you can’t have just one. Just like you can’t eat just one potato chip. Atleast this is how we feel about it.

We had been going to auctions and looking on the internet and all around. We just never did find something we actually wanted to buy or could afford to buy.

I think you should know that we are “auction-aholics”. We love auctions and we have been apart of the auction community our entire married life. Auctions are exciting and fun and definitely something that you can do as a couple, if you want to and like that sort of thing. We do and so there we were. We were at the big and famous Autorama in Houston (www.autorama.com) and loving every minute of it. There were more cars there than a girl – or guy – could dream of. All shapes, sizes and colors and we were in our element.

I had my buyer number (our buyer number) (www.dankruseclassics.com) and I was sitting in the audience watching and drooling at all the beautiful cars going across the block. The prices were “way more” than I wanted to pay and some were just not my thing. But then here she comes, this cherry red, beautiful girl with lines that made you stop and pay attention. The hubby was standing up by the auctioneer’s stand where he could get a better look at the cars, and there were many folks looking at this sweet ride. There were also a couple of people that you could tell were not familiar with the auction process and the auctioneer was getting a tad bit frustrated. They would bid and then they would talk, and he (the auctioneer) would prompt them to continue and they would talk again. So here we found the chance to seize the opportunity and maybe get our “first car”. I looked at the hubby and he looked at me and UP IN THE AIR went our number. The auctioneer was so thrilled to have someone else want this car and these “newbies to go away” that he all but immediately said “SOLD”. Those were magic words to my ears; I had finally gotten my sweet ride, my first car and the start of my journey.

AS we go over to meet the seller, his story was quite intriguing and sort of sad too. He had this car for many years, he told us of his work on her, he told us what he knew of her history, and he handed us the keys. Finally, “Birdie Marie” as we lovingly call her was ours. She is named after the hubs mother. Her name sake was a remarkable woman, with a wonderful history. Her name sake had a glow and was quite the lady of mystery in some ways, just as this car.

I have found, you always name your cars just as sailors name their boats. They normally are named for a woman, and that is another story all of its own. My dad use to say, you name something and it is yours forever. For us that seems to be the case, we name them, we love them and we enjoy them.

Ladies, grasp this adventure. It is fun, it can be exciting and the possibilities are endless.

Be Blessed, start your engines and let’s get rolling down the road of old cars.

Ms. O-C-D.