This is my father-in-law’s 1977 Chevy Custom Deluxe. And we love it.
It’s become kind of a ritual for the hubs and I to take it Friday through Sunday every week. This weekend was especially awesome because we decided to drive it to Broward to spend the day with friends, which marked the farthest we had ever driven it together.
Coming from a family where cars are a big part of our lives, I find riding in vintage cars so special. The way they drive, the way they smell, the manual mechanics…all these things may be big detractors for others, but they never cease to make me smile. There was something almost hopelessly romantic about driving with my husband down the freeway with the wind blowing through our hair as we bounced up & down on the bench seat listening to our favorite tunes. It felt like we had been transported to another time. It was nice. It was easy. It was simple.