It’s the weekend recap. You know the drill.
Although this weekend, can really be summed up in a few words. Cooking, reading, and yoga-ing.
Oh, and one story about our adventure with Mustang Sally… I mean “Mustang Betsy,” that’s the name of Ben’s other American love.
Betsy, a 1967 Ford Mustang lives in our garage almost year round. She isn’t registered because it’s hella expensive for all that when we only drive it for a bit of fun, so there she sits. We haven’t taken her on a drive in a good nine months, so we started making inquires with historic car and Mustang clubs around the city in early February. You see, if you join a car club you get special insurance that’s about $50 a year as opposed to $2,000 – something we can definitely get behind. Ben got a call from Brian with the Newcastle Vintage and Classic Car Club last week inviting us to their car rally this weekend, and although he was a bit hesitant at first, a picnic in the park and a private screening at an outdoor cinema sounded like a fun way to spend a Saturday.
We were able to get a temporary moving permit for the weekend so we could take the car to the event, and met up with the crew before heading to a park for a picnic.
We were encouraged to attend 3 events before submitting an application, to make sure we liked the club and could see ourselves being a part of the group; and to make sure they liked us as well. This feels just like sorority/fraternity rush all over again.
I cooked us up some paleo burrito bowls that we ate while gabbing with some of the club members about cars.
To be honest I know absolutely nothing about cars… the only talking I did about our little Betsy is pointing out where she was sitting in the group of classic cars and joking about Ben’s love for Americans.
After an hour there, we packed up and headed to a private drive-in theater.
You Better Slow Your Mustang Down
As we followed Brian to the drive-in theater we ended up losing him around one of the turns, so it was up to me to navigate us to where we needed to be. Ben was driving Betsy a bit slow, taking his sweet time on the highway (slow enough so that we were being passed by all the grannies) and I asked him to pick up the pace a bit. We wanted to catch back up with Brian and the historic car rally, not make them think we left them and weren’t coming back.
He sped up a bit and after three minutes driving the speed limit, our windshield was splattered with coolant. Poor Betsy was over heated and smoking.
I’m so lucky to be dating someone who knows how to fix cars, change tires, etc. If it were me in this car alone (ha! like that would ever happen), I would have called the Aussie equivalent of AAA to fix this baby. But Ben just pulled over, grabbed the 1 liter bottles of water he bought earlier in the day and started pouring water into her pipes to cool her down.
After a 10 minute cool down she was feeling better and we were back on the road.
A few miles ahead we met up with Brian, who waited for us at the major turn (he waited a LONG time for us) and then followed him down the back road to the drive-in.
The drive-in is actually set up in someone’s backyard. He has a giant movie screen, little audio boxes lined up so that if you roll your windows down you can hear the movie loud and clear, and it’s located next to a farm which means no noisy highways or flashing lights to distract you.
We had an hour to kill before the movie began so we chatted with some more of the car club members and I took photos of cars – because what else was I going to do?!
My neighbors and I used to play with the Victorian Playmobil set when we were kids and there was a convertible just like this one in the group! It was like our toys in real life! I promise next time I’ll bring a good camera to take photos. Especially of my other favorite which was a 1920’s Cadillac, you know, a total gangster car. I swear I should have been in my 20’s in the 1920’s. I swoon over that car – and I don’t know a thing about cars, I mean I only know it as a gangster car.
After getting to know more of the members (turns out all the women I met enjoy cooking just as much as I do!), the movie began. It started off with cartoons as previews just like it would have been years ago and then on to the feature film: Mrs. Caldicot’s Cabbage War.
The movie was ok, but very predictable; I’d give it a four out of ten. The best part was just the feeling of being transported to the 1960’s; with all of the classic and vintage cars at a drive in theater. It was absolutely surreal. I felt like my night should have been in black and white with how things looked, like something I had only ever seen in old photos. The evening was one I will not soon forget.
Have you ever been to a drive-in theater?
Do you have a favorite classic car?