We soon came to the small town of Carlton and stopped for lunch. This was a choose-your-own-adventure affair... there were a half dozen food options on the tiny main street. Dave, Kris and I chose a food cart right by where we parked - great food but we were totally on our own - everyone else had gone for a 'real' restaurant. Kris called her folks who happened to be close by. They drove over and eyeballed the street-full of micro machinery while giving Dave a hard time just like any daughter's Dad should.
Dave, Kris and I were up early and on the way to Forest Grove before 9AM. We led a Citroen DS21 for much of the trip and then were shocked when they rolled past the show entrance without stopping - apparently they weren't MicroCar fans because we never saw them again. The parking lot at McMenamin's was already rich with Micro and Mini cars - several of which had arrived since last night.
I spend somewhere near 40% of my waking hours obsessing over old cars. Usually, this obsessing revolves around an improbable American micro car from the midcentury period-- the Crosley. My fascination began with a quest to strip down my life by driving the world's simplest car.
Turns out that nothing is as simple as it seems.