One day as we drove out of our campground to visit Angel at the veterinary hospital, we watched as a line of really cool cars drove by in front of us to the parking lot across the way. And Hector the photographer followed them.
It was a group from the Viejitos (old guys) Car Club. And clearly knowing that people would be gawking at their cars, the group parked them all together in one row. Then all of the families poured out of the cars along with their stuff, obviously planning a picnic and barbecue on the beach.
A quick search on the internet brought up the following description: “We are a family car club that takes pride in everything we do…from our cars to our community.”
The club was started in 1985, and members’ cars must be vintage 1959 or earlier and fully restored.
We hung around by the cars for a while gawking and photographing them, along with a few other folks.
It was tough not to notice these shiny, classic Chevrolets in the parking lot.
These were models from the 50’s, and many were customized. Some were obviously low riders. Others had cool details added, both inside and out. But all were in fully restored and in beautiful condition.
It was really fun to get a chance to look at these beautiful cars up close.
Note: We left San Diego one and a half weeks ago and are now driving north. Now that our photo website is up and running, we are catching up on the blog. Stay tuned for one more post about our time in San Diego.
Now that I would have enjoyed
They were pretty fun!
I LOVE your photos, Hector!!
Thanks Nancy !!! H
I am not an old car lover but do enjoy the description of the car club. And of course, Hector’s photography makes everything more enticing. Terry would have been all over those cars.
They were pretty fun – some had window air conditioners which were cylinders on the windows – who knew!
Brenda
This is one area that Steve would love to hang around and check them out closely. Great photos of classic cars.
I enjoyed looking at them also, they had lots of interesting accessories, inside and out.
Brenda