Who loves short shorts? Well, too bad, you won't see any of those here. Sorry! Instead, I've got an assortment of goodies, they're like bon-bons for your eyes.
Looky, there's a flock of flivvers on Main Street! This September 1955 photo (blurry, yes) shows the first in a series of annual events in which owners of antique autos displayed their Model Ts, Appersons, Moons, Hupmobiles, Colt Runabouts, Packards, Stutz Bearcats, and so on. A parade down Main Street was part of the jollification; I can't count myself as a card-carrying car nut, but I do love antique autos! There's just something about 'em.
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Here's the front of a flyer showcasing the fun to be had at the 1958 "Jamboree"; It's nice to see Horace Horsecollar and Clarabelle Cow, who were mostly retired by '58. They were still happily married and living in Palm Springs.
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Some fun, eh kids?
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Souvenir time! I bought this funny little metal plaque years ago. Cheap! The back looks like it had adhesive on it, which has happily lost its stickiness. I'm not sure if a "Disneyland Rally" had any relation to the antique auto displays... the "Sports Car Club of America" must have been something different. Does anybody have a clue?
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Now we move over to the Red Wagon Inn, where Goofy and The Mad Hatter are causing a scene. I don't know why, but I like observing the faces and body language of the folks waiting for a moment with each of these great Americans. (Or is the Mad Hatter a Brit?). The little girl in the foreground, with the mouse ears, looks so much like a girl I used to date (a kid version of her, I should say!). Maybe it IS her!
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And lastly, more blurry fun, this time from 1957. Why would a parent not let the kid drive? Unless they couldn't reach the gas pedal of course. I seem to recall that the last time I drove an Autopia car, you had to apply about 10 billion pounds of force per square inch to keep the pedal down. I was exhausted by the time the ride was over!
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