Is there a real male out there who doesn’t dream about the car he learned to drive in, or his first car, or the car he wanted but couldn’t afford or parents wouldn’t allow?
I think that’s the basis for the love of old cars, at least the ordinary survivors, not the ultra high-priced classics.
And it’s pretty obvious memory and dreams “drive” the Woodward Dream Cruise.
I’ve been “covering” the Dream Cruise since its inception, easy since I live only a couple of blocks off of Woodward. But it was more than four years ago that my son, a Navy doctor, said to me upon his graduation from flight surgeon school at Pensacola, “Dad, I’ve been thinking about getting a ’65 Mustang. What do you think of that?”
So I responded, “I’ve got a better idea, let’s go in together and get a ‘65 Comet convertible, like the first convertible I ever had.”
It took me nearly a year to find a good one, thanks to help from Jerry Robbins, president of the International Mercury Owners Association, for which I have been a historical consultant. I wanted a nice car that didn’t require any obvious re-habbing because I’m a story-teller and a writer, not a mechanic.