Sellers INDIAN Summer car show

[JUSTA6]

Wow, beautiful day, great friends, perfect weather.  Didn't really sink in til I backed the GTO into the garage.  That's the last show of the year for me!  Justa6, JustaG6, Frosty and IndymanJoe  enjoyed our Indian summer day and Frosty and I both won an award.  Let me kick off some pic's of the day and maybe Frosty will add in a few shots to pick up the slack. 

[JUSTA6]

My pick for Best of Show......amazing.  I have never seen side visors before.

Edited September 24, 2018 by JUSTA6

[JUSTA6]

[JUSTA6]

Yes a shot for Havoc....where ever you are.

Burt, your remembered also.

[JUSTA6]

[Frosty]

Be happy to Justa. I can't say enough good things about yesterday. This is what its all about. Good friends, great cars, and good times. Its a shame the car show season is ending here in Michigan. I have one last car show myself, and that is the Charleston WV Rod Run and Doo Wop and then its time to put Lucy away for the winter. Sigh....

The three Amigos cars. JUSTAG's Little Red was already put away for the winter.

Indyman Joe is applying undercoating to the bottom of  his car the natural way....one burn out at a time! Joe - you're my hero!

This '73 GTO brings back some memories. I nearly bought a '73 GTO out of high school and instead bought a blue and white Lemans Sport Coupe instead. Memories.

You don't see the downsized Lemans and Grand Prixes from the late 70s to early 80s much at car shows these days. It's refreshing to see one.

 

Sharp Lemans.

You really don't see supercharged Tuned Ports in 3rd-gen Trans Ams.. This was awesome to see. Makes me miss my Trans Am.

Lots of GTOs at the show. This last '70 GTO won Best in Class and Best Paint. Both very well deserved.

Side by side 72 Trans Ams.

Not part of the show but still cool '94 Caprice wagon.

Buicks weren't biohazards at this show. Yeah! Nice Riv.

 

Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom!  Open the door, get on the floor, Everybody walk the dinosaur!

By far my favorite vehicle at the show, was the 5-window '53 GMC Pickup. A true dedication to the old Sinclair gasoline, complete with a mock-up of Dino the Dinosaur in the bed. THe art work was fun too. The finishing touch was the hood ornament. A true hot rod with 4-wheel disc brakes and a BBC.

[SPRINT 6]

Looks like a good showing, Glad to see some fellow Cammers on hand.

Thanks for sharing!

Fred's '67 is a unique and real 4 door Sprint. 

 

Looks like he did well in his class,

Greg Hobert's '66 is a nice ride as well.

[Frosty]

Greg’s wife Ramona is a real sweetheart. This only their third show all year. They are caring for Greg’s mom full time now. 

[74Esprit]

Great pics and congrats to all of the Forever Pontiac trophy winners! Well done!

[Last Indian]

Looks like you guys had a great day and JustA some good fun! 

Thanks for sharing!

Enjoy WV Frosty!

I been out of touch as I think you know, how’s your dad?

[Frosty]

stratman - we had a great time at both the Golling show (see the Street Outlaws - Septuagenarian edition) and the Sellers show. Like you, we're always willing to share.

I look forward to WV every year. This year, the wife and I are tacking on another week to Hilton Head SC after the WV show! Just her and I, no in-laws or kid. It's been a seriously long time since its been just the two of us on a vacation together.

I am sad to report that my dad passed away on July 31st. While he was in declining health, his death was sudden and rather unexpected. I had been to see him after work like I usually did. I spent about an hour with him and then I got up to leave, told him that I loved him and went home. I had just finished dinner when my caregiver called to say that he was not responding. I got back to his house about 10-15 minutes later and he was already in the ambulance and they were trying to revive him. They took him to the hospital shortly there after. I followed shortly behind and I was pulled into the trauma center where he was declared dead at 9:03 pm. While waiting for my brother to arrive at the hospital to give him the bad news, I asked my caregiver what happened. She told me that my dad was laughing at the TV and making jokes and then he just stopped completely and did not respond. A friend of mine is a physician.  She thinks that my dad suffered a massive stroke or bleed and he died nearly instantaneously. She believes his death was quick and painless. He had 90.5 good years on this earth. I can only hope I am that lucky.

I am currently named as his personal representative  in his will and trustee of his estate. So I am currently cleaning out his house, selling his furniture (as much as I can at least), and trying to get his house listed. It's been a long stressful road since July, I won't lie. I am looking forward to time off in WV and SC to relax for a little while, but I know I have a long road ahead. I hope by the end of the fall that most everything will be taken care of and I can come home at night before 8-9 pm. 

Sorry for the bad news but I thought everyone might want to know what happened.

Edited September 25, 2018 by Frosty

[Ringo64]

Sorry to hear about your dad, Frosty! Sounds like he at least went out happy  

[Last Indian]

48 minutes ago, Frosty said:

stratman - we had a great time at both the Golling show (see the Street Outlaws - Septuagenarian edition) and the Sellers show. Like you, we're always willing to share.

I look forward to WV every year. This year, the wife and I are tacking on another week to Hilton Head SC after the WV show! Just her and I, no in-laws or kid. It's been a seriously long time since its been just the two of us on a vacation together.

I am sad to report that my dad passed away on July 31st. While he was in declining health, his death was sudden and rather unexpected. I had been to see him after work like I usually did. I spent about an hour with him and then I got up to leave, told him that I loved him and went home. I had just finished dinner when my caregiver called to say that he was not responding. I got back to his house about 10-15 minutes later and he was already in the ambulance and they were trying to revive him. They took him to the hospital shortly there after. I followed shortly behind and I was pulled into the trauma center where he was declared dead at 9:03 pm. While waiting for my brother to arrive at the hospital to give him the bad news, I asked my caregiver what happened. She told me that my dad was laughing at the TV and making jokes and then he just stopped completely and did not respond. A friend of mine is a physician.  She thinks that my dad suffered a massive stroke or bleed and he died nearly instantaneously. She believes his death was quick and painless. He had 90.5 good years on this earth. I can only hope I am that lucky.

I am currently named as his personal representative  in his will and trustee of his estate. So I am currently cleaning out his house, selling his furniture (as much as I can at least), and trying to get his house listed. It's been a long stressful road since July, I won't lie. I am looking forward to time off in WV and SC to relax for a little while, but I know I have a long road ahead. I hope by the end of the fall that most everything will be taken care of and I can come home at night before 8-9 pm. 

Sorry for the bad news but I thought everyone might want to know what happened.

My deepest sympathies Frosty! I know you where close to your dad and just as important is your dad knew that! 

Peace to you and you family and his memory will be with to comfort you forever!

Your friend Last Indian

[Frosty]

Thank you stratman - thank you Ringo. Thank you for the kind thoughts and prayers. You truly are friends....

Yes I was extremely close to my dad. I got to say "goodbye" in a way. He knew I loved him. I told him that every day I saw him. It was also the last thing I ever said to him.

Right now I am up and down by constanting being at the house and literally going through everything. You never know what you will run across that will trigger a thought or a memory. It was especially hard to put my mother's wedding dress in a Goodwill bag. However, I know this has to be done and I will come out the better for it. I had wonderful parents and the pain I am going through now pales for the lifetime of love and happiness they've given me. This pain too shall pass.

Thank you all.

Edited September 25, 2018 by Frosty

[Last Indian]

On 9/25/2018 at 4:57 PM, Frosty said:

Thank you stratman - thank you Ringo. Thank you for the kind thoughts and prayers. You truly are friends....

Yes I was extremely close to my dad. I got to say "goodbye" in a way. He knew I loved him. I told him that every day I saw him. It was also the last thing I ever said to him.

Right now I am up and down by constanting being at the house and literally going through everything. You never know what you will run across that will trigger a thought or a memory. It was especially hard to put my mother's wedding dress in a Goodwill bag. However, I know this has to be done and I will come out the better for it. I had wonderful parents and the pain I am going through now pales for the lifetime of love and happiness they've given me. This pain too shall pass.

Thank you all.

It’s not Stratman, it’s Last Indian!😱

[Frosty]

10 minutes ago, Last Indian said:

It’s not Stratman, it’s Last Indian!😱

Wow! I screwed up in a major way. My apologies buddy! 

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

[Last Indian]

3 hours ago, Frosty said:

Wow! I screwed up in a major way. My apologies buddy! 

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Hey no big deal, I haven’t been around I would forget about me too! Besides Stratmans’ better looking!😜

[Frosty]

3 minutes ago, Last Indian said:

Hey no big deal, I haven’t been around I would forget about me too! Besides Stratmans’ better looking!😜

Black Beauty was truly an exceptionally good looking....car too!

[stratman]

I am so sorry for your loss, Frosty. It is doubly tough when you are grieving from the loss of your father and you are the executor of the will also. We've never met in person, but I know you are a good son and have taken on this burden without hesitation. Since the passing of my wife, I have read the following piece many times. It was in a little book that hospice gave me about the different stages of grief... it has given me some comfort during my sad times. 

 

  

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says:

"There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says:

"There, she is gone!"

There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:

"Here she comes!"

And that is dying...

-Henry Van Dyke-

 

[Last Indian]

10 hours ago, stratman said:

I am so sorry for your loss, Frosty. It is doubly tough when you are grieving from the loss of your father and you are the executor of the will also. We've never met in person, but I know you are a good son and have taken on this burden without hesitation. Since the passing of my wife, I have read the following piece many times. It was in a little book that hospice gave me about the different stages of grief... it has given me some comfort during my sad times. 

 

  

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says:

"There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says:

"There, she is gone!"

There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:

"Here she comes!"

And that is dying...

-Henry Van Dyke-

 

Stratman well said, and I’m sorry for your loss as well. A spouse is or child is often more difficult because it defies life’s progression.

Your observation of Frosty I echo as well for this site. I’m not big on social media of any kind and usually avoid it. Yet starting with Ringo on through the folks here have always been good of heart! 

Peace to you friend and all!

[stratman]

Thank you for the kind words, Last Indian. 

[Frosty]

On 9/29/2018 at 12:07 AM, stratman said:

I am so sorry for your loss, Frosty. It is doubly tough when you are grieving from the loss of your father and you are the executor of the will also. We've never met in person, but I know you are a good son and have taken on this burden without hesitation. Since the passing of my wife, I have read the following piece many times. It was in a little book that hospice gave me about the different stages of grief... it has given me some comfort during my sad times. 

 

  

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says:

"There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says:

"There, she is gone!"

There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:

"Here she comes!"

And that is dying...

-Henry Van Dyke-

 

Thank you stratman. I had to read this a couple of times to truly appreciate it's meaning. Special words indeed. I appreciate you sharing them with me.