Last week’s car show was too cool. I saw several cars for sale and tried to find six friends to buy in on a cooperative share.. As the person contributing the least amount, I volunteered to own the car exclusively on Tuesdays, but I had no takers.
What I really want is a car with a rumble seat. During the war years (No, no! Not the Viet Nam War!) my father was in the Army and my mother didn’t drive, so we relied on my Uncle Don (a movie-star-handsome, Navy sailor) to drive us, and I sat like royalty in the rumble seat. I was too young to know about and approximate the palm-toward-face Queen’s wave, but I was pleased as punch to ride in my imaginary chariot.
Most of the cars were too flashy – the equivalent of an older woman wearing Spanx and stilettos, but a couple of vehicles stood out – not so much for the cars themselves, but the staging. I loved the truck with the living, breathing, Betty Grable pin-up. I didn’t get her name, but sitting ramrod straight, she drew her shoulders back and arched her neck just right. Her smile could have melted any man over four years of age. She was wholesome, but… provocative in a 1950’s way. Every man’s dream.
One look and you knew that she was as good in the bedroom as well as the kitchen.
My favorite vehicles came with a history. I particularly liked Steve Bribach’s unrestored 1936 Chevy, owned by his grandfather, proprietor of Master Hand Garage in Boulder.
Enough about cars.
My husband Mark rides the Triple Bypass this weekend (120 miles and three mountain passes to total a climb of 11,000 feet) and the weekend of the 21st, he returns to Copper Mountain for his 29th consecutive Courage Classic, a fund-raiser for Children’s Hospital Denver.
This is a blog, not a Tweet, so you may have read too fast to catch the words ‘fund-raiser.’ Typically, I never aske for money, but this money goes to Children’s Hospital, and it’s hard to say no to children who are in pain or at death’s door. To donate please use this link to Mark’s donation web page:
Mark rides. I road-marshal. I keep my distance on most rides, but I am happy to volunteer on the Courage Classic. In addition to the riders who train and are fit, the Courage Classic attracts an assortment of casual (ride to the post office) riders whose lives have been touched by the hospital’s care of a child who is or was close to them.
Watching these Act-of-Love riders struggle and sweat grinding up the next hill at a snail’s pace is inspiring. And humbling. It is so easy to look at these relatives and neighbors (sometimes riding with a child who is currently undergoing treatment) and think “There but for the Grace of God, go I.”
Annually, Children’s Hospital holds a prom for the teens who are in treatment. For whatever reason… maybe because these teens have made it through the scraped knees of childhood, and they are now on the cusp of adulthood, I catch my breath. The photo below is courtesy of Children’s Hospital. The photo isn’t mine, but it speaks to me.
If your budget allows, please contribute to the cause.