Last night I took my car to an antique car show at a gas station just up the road from my house. Since I finally have my license, My Dad let me stay there with my old sister to watch his car and mine.
I love my car, I like showing it off too. It's a 1972 Cadillac Eldorado. (Yes it looks just like the Boss Hog car from the Dukes of Hazard.) My Dad has a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud. (Don't ask me the year I cannot remember.)
Anyway, I thought "Hey, I like old cars. I have an old car.. Let's go to the antique car show!"
No. It was nothing like you would think. Most of the cars were only about 1 or 2 years older then the antique age... Not really impressive. I thought that since there were enough cars there, maybe I could sneak off and go back home since the only people I seen were older men and their wives who wanted to talk about cars. Nothing else. At first it was fine. I'm ok with car talk some... And if we are talking about my car I can make you believe I really know what I'm talking about. But in reality, I don't.
I started to look around for a quick escape route, but I noticed something rather.. what's the word? Horrifying? Either way, It wasn't good. The way they were parking the cars, the first people who got there were blocked in. (Yay...)
So I decided to sit down and listen to the band that was starting up.
Ok, let me tell you a little about the band... It was made up of 4 men in their late 50's.
When the music started up it sounded dreadful. One woman actually started dancing. As the music went on, it got worse. The keyboard player was the tallest out of the group. The only reason I'm about to tell you this is so that you can get a mental picture about how horrible this was for me.
The guy was over six foot tall and had this canary yellow hat on with a rainbow horizontal striped shirt and some jeans that were really really big on him.
Got a image? Good. So since he was really tall the keyboard was awkwardly high off the ground. He played with one hand and was swaying/bobbing (I guess you could call it dancing) along with the music. After the first few songs still no one cheered. But a bunch of old men talking about cars aren't really the cheering type I guess...
Anyway, the band took a break for a few minutes. Just enough time to let some other older man sit across the picnic table from me and start downing a few beers. After about ten minutes the band returned with a sense of over self confidence.
Keyboard guy 'tapped' the mic. causing every ones attention to turn back to the horrible band. After telling all little children to get off the train tracks for the tenth time (Of course they didn't listen) They started playing again. But this time, Keyboard guy was much more enthusiastic about being on stage... He danced in circles while he wasn't needed and screamed into the microphone. (Did I mention this was slow sad country music they were playing) He was acting like he was playing at a rock n roll concert. It was two songs before I realized he was holding something... (I'm pretty sure it was not a cigarette) every time he raised it to his lips he let another angry/proud yell into the mic. After a few songs like this the man sitting at the table with us started cheering. (He's the only one that did. But he was drunk.)
I text my Dad soon after this, the loud music was giving me a headache... He showed up and I finally got to go home. A few minutes after getting home Dad texted me that he was sick of it. But he stayed until the cars were unblocked.
Needless to say, I will NOT be going to anymore car shows...
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