
All in all, we had a great time. My wife wasn't feeling well enough to make it, so I passed on the gas-light event in the evening. I've seen this in the past, and it's great. Once the sun goes down on Saturday, the village lights their gas street lamps. Drivers then start up their cars and drive around the dusky, lit streets. There are fireworks a bit later, and then everyone goes home.
Instead, I brought my daughter down on Sunday. Though she was chomping at the bit to ride the carousel, and had a great time at it, all she's talked about since is our ride in my uncle's 1909 Model T.

The return to Madison Heights was exhausting. Aside from the sun beating down through the driver's window, the cab is a bit tight, and all that shifting begins to wear you down. I think I had to stop at nearly 25-30 lights, and at least half of those I talked with the folks in the cars around me, answering questions about the truck (Where'd you get the car? How old is it? How fast can you go?). It certainly is a nice ice breaker.
I am already looking forward to next summer, when maybe I will have a chance to tool around some local shows as well.
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