Classic cars, Arizona sunshine, good communities quietly do good things
The forecast for Saturday wasn't exactly inviting. High temperatures, enough humidity to notice, and a chance of afternoon thunderstorms. In Northern Arizona, that's usually your cue to get out early, or stay home. It also happened to be the last Saturday of the month, which meant one thing: the Sedona Cruz-In was gathering at The Collective in the Village of Oak Creek. I hadn't been in almost two years.
So I skipped breakfast, grabbed two cameras, and arrived just as the first cars were settling into their parking spots.
There isn't much shade at the venue, and the freshly sealed asphalt returns every bit of the Arizona sun. Fortunately, the same sunlight that tests your endurance also creates beautiful starbursts across polished chrome and freshly waxed paint.
More than twenty vehicles filled the lot. Classic American cruisers, hot rods, muscle cars, and a few surprises. Oddly enough, not a single Jeep, not even one with red-painted brake calipers.
The cars were wonderful, but what impressed me most wasn't made of steel.
I enjoyed meeting Don Hallford, president of the Sedona Car Club. After I got home, I visited the club's website and discovered that these folks do far more than organize car shows. They've supported scholarships for students pursuing automotive careers and continue to invest in local automotive education.
Of course, there were plenty of memorable cars. A beautifully restored 1956 Chevrolet Bel Air, a classic Pontiac Catalina, and a legendary 1932 Ford Three-Window Coupe were among my favorites. Then there was Poncho's pickup, proudly wearing "Poncho's Tacos" and "Tata's Tacos" graphics inspired by Día de los Muertos, a truck with as much personality as its owner.
I came home with a handful of photographs I really like.
Funny enough, when I think about the morning now, I remember Don before I remember the Bel Air.
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