The Rolls Royce parked in downtown Faribault Friday evening for the Car Cruise.
YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU may see at a car show.
A royal photo opp.
At Friday evening’s Faribault Car Cruise Night, it was the 1970s Rolls Royce parked on the corner of Fourth Street/Minnesota Highway 60 and Central Avenue that drew lots of second looks. One group even posed for photos. The owners, whose identity I did not ask, take the car to the occasional car show and on Sunday afternoon drives. I expect if you own a Rolls Royce, you are selective about where you drive.
Typically, this dog’s behind is attached to the back of the truck. But on this evening, it was resting on the roof. This made me laugh.
While the Rolls Royce rated riveting royal attention, the behind of a dog attached to the roof of a truck did too. Except it seemed more fitting for the jester’s court. No one was photographing that except me.
Zooming in on the details, a Mustang emblem.
I often focus on details as much as the overall scene to tell a story. An event is like a book. There are letters within words within sentences within paragraphs within chapters, between the covers. Without one, there is nothing.
BONUS PHOTOS:
Vehicles lined one block of Central Avenue.
Apparently 1966 Mustangs are “Dixie Dream Cars.”
Interested in what’s under the hood? Many hoods are open at car shows.
Art on the hood of a Pontiac Firebird.
Car cruise participants typically bring lawn chairs and sit near their vehicles.
More car art, this time on the trunk.
FYI: Click here to read my first post on the July 17 Faribault Car Cruise Night. The final Cruise Night of the season is slated for 6 p.m. – 9 p.m. Friday, August 21 on Central Avenue in historic downtown Faribault.
© Copyright 2015 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
Love that lawn chair photo. The different colors and materials that make up the chairs interest me for some reason. I haven’t seen a Pontiac Trans Am like that in a long time. Too bad Pontiac is a thing of the past.
I felt the same way about those lawn chairs. Thanks for seeing what I saw and appreciate that image.
Wow! Excellent photo!
Car shows are testament to the love that we invest in things. Sometimes that love is unhealthy and misplaced but mostly it shines as creativity and craftsmanship.
Thanks, Greg. Oh, how my husband would love to have a 64 Chevy again or an aged pick-up truck.
Oooooh yeaaaaah!
Oh, yeah, he would like a Harley, too, to replace the one that was totaled after a car pulled out in front of him at a stop sign. Ain’t gonna happen…
If the Harley was totaled, I hate to think what happened to him. Ouch!
Fortunately this happened in town at low speeds. Nothing was broken. Just some really bad bruising and bumps and scrapes and soreness. And, yes, he was wearing his helmet.
I see the mustang was going so fast , the poor horse lost its tail.
How did I not notice that? Great eye, dear gearhead husband.
I do love car shows as well. I know absolutely nothing about cars but I love to see the owners share their excitement about each and every car that is on display.
Mostly the car owners are quiet unless you specifically approach them. That’s what I’ve found.
I have seen the opposite I guess. Funny how that happens. 🙂
I suppose it depends on the people at the show.
Yep. I am sure it does.
Wow, some pretty sharp looking cars in this show. I especially like the first photo of the Rolls Royce, look at the reflection in that car, now that’s some kind of shine 🙂
Lots of shiny vehicles at these shows. Owners take great pride in presentation.
Like you, my daughter Rachel has a natural talent for seeing a picture before taking it.. Does that make any sense? She just can catch the right shot, with the right light at the right time. I on the other hand take a lousy picture.. Both behind the lens and especially in front of it. Nice summer time post Audrey, you can almost feel the innocent peacefulness of “Main Street” America.
This makes absolute sense to me. Folks often ask me what type of camera I have. I always tell them it’s not about the camera. It’s about how you take a photo–the angle, the light, the perspective… It can be learned. But there is, I believe, a certain innate talent involved, too.
I love the name Rachel. It is the name of my godmother and a middle name I used for one of my daughters.
You’d love this Rachel too, I’m sure.