Issue 380 May 30, 2019 An Occasional Newsletter Stan Paregien, Editor
Classic Cars in Florida
We enjoyed having our son – Stan Paregien Jr. – and his wife, Becky, visiting with us recently from their home just across the Mississippi River from St. Louis, MO. On Monday, May 20, 2019, we all toured the Ideal Classic Cars showroom in Venice and one in Bradenton. Here are some photos from that fun experience, with more in the next newsletter or two.
Stan Paregien Jr., with his wife Becky and his momma Peggy in Venice, FL on May 20, 2019.
By the way, our son Stan Jr. (aka “Gene” and Lt. Col. Paregien), has his own Batman outfit back home in his closet (and, yes, Becky has a Batwoman outfit) and his very own for-real Batmobile locked away in a secure storage unit. He only retrieves it when trouble breaks out in the area and he provides emergency help as needed.
The above photo shows what you can do with re-cycled materials. In this case, that is the rear end of a 1955 Chevy made into a nice place for your rear end.
Peggy Paregien with “Mr. Smiley.”
1957 BMW Isetta
This makes a “Smart car” look like a railroad box car.
Oh, brother! I’ve always wanted a 1957 Chevy Bel-Air Sports Coupe. What a beauty.
This old Studebaker had a nice set of “winged tails.”
My best friend in high school, the late Duane Beard, owned a car just like this one a few years after we graduated in 1959. In fact, Duane and I double-dated in this car. Well, he had a girl and I had a girl (who has been my wife now for 57 years) but they sat in the back seat the whole evening and we gentlemen rode in the front. Yep, ’tis true. Sad, but true.
1970 Shelby GT350
“Mr. Smiley” was our official guide through the collection of classic cars.
Yep, that’s a Batmobile. Expensive little critter.
An old Chevy made out of real metal.
This would really “rattle” the gang when you showed up at the party with this baby. Property of “The Green Hornet,” as I recall.
Most unusual golf cart on our block.
Looks like our neighborhood is going downhill fast. Who the heck do these folks think they are?? Filthy rich hillbillies or something???
Golly, Bill. That little gal on the left is shore ’nuff purty, ain’t she? I think maybe I saw her ’round the neighborhood a while back.
Hey, I know this guy. His name is Mad Marvin and he used to work at the garage where I took my car. He is just a wee bit weird, if you catch my drift.
This guy had no sense of humor a’tall. I slapped him on the back, real friendly like, and said, “Well, Barney, are you still just allowed to have one bullet in your gun?” He was not amused.
Well, neighbors, that’s about all the news from down here in our little slice of Paradise. Y’all come, ya hear? — Stan
