In the summer of 1987, before I started seventh grade, my dad and I drove from Oklahoma to Los Angeles in a 1964 Ford Fairlane -- a car, he assured me, that would be very popular in the retro-loving La La Land.
He drove across five different states in that car, at one point asking me not to fall asleep, which I did maybe 15 minutes later. (Some loyal sidekick I am!)
That was a fun trip. I can still remember the vastness of the Arizona desert and the heat of the California sun. Other details are fuzzy more than 20 years later (wow), but I remember that car, with the manual stick shift on the driving column, taking us down Santa Monica Boulevard to the beach, where I saw the ocean for the first time. (It was also where I, wearing a then-trendy Coca-Cola swimsuit, got knocked on my bum by a crazy-strong wave -- you know, the kind they don't have in Oklahoma.)
CC sidled up to the above Ford Fairlane, a tarted-up version of the pale beige variety that my dad had, as well as a 1929 Buena Park Police car (above right). She also dove into the front seats of a new Ford Explorer on display, and looked a little perplexed next to the "Disco Pinto," covered in tiny mirrors (below).
"Cock-a-Doodle-Doo!" she cried, as visitors looked on smiling.
"Cock-a-Doodle-Doo!" a rooster answered back, much to CC's surprise.
It was a little trip down memory lane -- at least for me. My dad's car wasn't there, but his California-born granddaughter was, checking out Fords and soaking up her native sun.
(Note: Media tickets for Fabulous Fords Forever and Knott's Berry Farm provided.)
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