It's mid-May, and that means another Spring Meet for the West Coast Crosley Club. Liv decided that 16 or so hours of driving was too much for a weekend so I headed down solo - just me and a case of old time radio shows on cassette. As luck would have it, the Spring Meet fell on the same weekend as the SCTA races at the El Mirage Dry Lakes which I'd never been to. My friend John McKnight was bringing his lakester out from Arizona, so I figured to make it an auto event twofer. I opted to leave the Crosley at home since I'm still enjoying my my trailer holiday. I got to about Fresno before I realized I'd forgotten to pack my sleeping bag... but remembered that I had a heavy packing blanket in the back of the truck and figured that would be fine.
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.