where we're going we really need a lot of roads

The Woodward Dream Cruise is the only time, ever, that I have any major affection for the predominant culture of the 1950s. It is a three-day celebration of the great feat of American ingenuity and engineering that is really huge, big, enormous old cars. Giant cars. Big, big things that take up most of the road. Three times the size of my mom's little Ford Focus. Four times. Ten times. Actually, it's more of a nostalgia-fest than anything. I dressed up in a peasant blouse and paisley skirt and some other hippie duds. The only problem with this is that hippies don't have very interesting cars. Ken Kesey's Magic Bus is the coolest car you will see a hippie with. Besides motorcycles, of course, but you can get shot by rednecks if you're a hippie on a motorcycle.
I went with josephwaldman, who lives near Woodward. He gave me a copy of "Elvis: The Sun Sessions" on CD, and also a copy of the novelization of BttF II, for my birthday. He is an awesome cool dude and very fun to hang out with and knows much more about rock 'n' roll than I do, and he's also going to Washington D.C. in the fall to get a job in the gov'ment. Which sucks for me, because I won't be able to hang out with him.
Cars we saw that I liked:
• A DeLorean! They are surprisingly small, probably because they don't have backseats. I refrained from informing the owner that his model was defective as it did not have a flux capacitor, because however funny the joke may have been to me, he's probably heard it several million times before. However, I did discreetly check the door panels for smuggled bags of cocaine.
• A 1949 Mercury 2-door sedan, notable in that there is absolutely no clear way to open the doors, and also the back wheels are totally hidden. Very aerodynamic and smooth-looking, curvy, nice lines.
• A 1955 Thunderbird convertible, bright turquoise. I love T-bird convertibles. They are sexy sexy cars.
• A whole bunch of Cobras, both 457 and 427s. I saw a bunch of these last year at the Dream Cruise and fell in love. And ghostgecko gave one to 1968 George in Your Future Is History, Chapter 2.
• Looked for a 1955 Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith, but did not find one. Apparently Pendergast does not frequent car parties.
• Brian saw something called the Abortionmobile, which is apparently a freaky car that has pictures of aborted babies all over it. He said it was the highlight of his week.
We also got to see ? and the Mysterians, who played their one hit song, "96 Tears," for us. ? was prancing around on the stage in an open orange shirt and tight leather pants like he was Mick Jagger.
We also got lost in Birmingham, which is kind of pathetic. But we did see the freakiest suburban house in the world. It's a blank white cube with very thick-glassed windows and a huge thick white garden wall with bolts in it. What are they trying to keep in? What are they doing in there?

The MSPaint job I did does not do it justice, of course. It looks like a mad scientist settled down in the suburbs to make half-human monsters. At least, that's what I imagine. Someday I will get an actual photo of it.
Anyway, thanks to the Dream Cruise, I got an idea for a story for nyghtshayde's Yahoo group. So I might be working on that once I get my laptop up and running.