The car cultures seems alive and well up North. I remember when I was a kid and all the rebuilt cars that would cruise the strip in Ely on Friday and Saturday nights. Quite a collection it was. Seems like it continues.
It also got me hooked on 1950s pickups. Eventually, I bought a '56 F250 with a straight 6 and it was a great truck - all 7 different colors of house paint not withstanding. But I learned that I wasn't one to want to wrench on it every weekend, so I sold it a few years later before it busted all my knuckles and my kidneys.
