Yesterday I happened to drive by the neighborhood elementary school and found myself caught up in traffic just as school was ending for the day. There's a circular drive in front of the school and the parents/caretakers start lining up in their cars around 1:45pm. Over the years I have, thankfully, noticed that the SUVs and mini vans are not as popular as they once were. They may be practical but so are station wagons and I can see around those.
Then, one day the unthinkable happened. I was looking for our station wagon while walking out with some kids from my class and wondering where my dad was. That's when I saw it. NO!!!!!!!!!!!! Dad was there to pick me up in the Model A. I ran over to the car where Dad had opened the passenger door for me and hoped he'd hurry up and get as far from the school as possible. Ugh. Dad was smiling the whole time while I asked him "why are you driving this?", "I didn't think it would even go", "where's our station wagon?"
Dad said he decided to give the Model A a spin and that it was fun. I was mortified that my friends saw it. He just laughed and told me it was a 'classic' and to enjoy the ride. I was getting knocked around by the not-so-smooth ride and the car was so loud that we almost had to shout to talk. Poor Dad didn't realize that his explanations and attempts to explain the history of this car didn't matter to a 7 year old girl.
When we took our next vacation, just before being transferred to Kansas, we towed the Model A from South Carolina to Florida. My grandparents lived in Tampa and we visited them whenever we took a vacation, usually during the summer. It was actually kind of cool towing the Model A behind our station wagon. People kept honking their horns and pointing to the car and smiling. Whenever we stopped for gas or to eat, people gathered around and asked my dad questions about the car.
My grandfather loved it when he saw it and kept it in a separate garage/tool shed behind his and my grandmother's house. Later, Pam and our cousin Ricky and I got to take a ride in the rumble seat. That really was fun. All three of us squeezed into a seat really meant for two but we were small enough that it wasn't a problem. The rumble seat ride helped to salve my wounded pride from my humiliation in Aiken -- but only a little.