Took my brother to the Garden to see motorcycles and classic cars on Father's Day. After the suffocating heat and humidity of Saturday, it was a wonderful surprise and a joy to walk out the door into the perfect day outside. We ate lunch in the Cafe than walked through sun and shade to the display. There weren't as many cycles (Hogs, of course) or cars as I had expected, but the ones there were pristine. And they brought back memories of days when cars were simpler machines. They were machines that any average man with a knack for working with tools could tinker on, tweak, and repair if need be. It was also a rite-of-passage for many boys... spending time working under the hood with their fathers... learning the secrets to making the engines purr. Can't do that anymore... cars have become too complicated. But at least they don't have to worry about getting the engine stuck at the top of the A-frame.
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