New Oxford, Pa..... a Gem within a Gem

     After leaving Hanover and it's claim-to-fame potato chip outlet, Beth and I headed West on a road I can't describe because half the fun of a good cruise is getting totally lost.  Not far down the way Beth exclaimed, "Did you see those cars?"
     No.  I was probably busy answering a text message or something, so I whipped the wheel around to cut

through a used car lot where I assumed I could turn around without getting anyone's hopes up that they might be doing a bit of business after all.  I was wrong.  There was a neon 'OPEN' sign glowing in the window and some guy instantly stood up to smile and straighten his tie.  I buzzed past him without a thought.

     I careened a block back toward whence we came (Thank God!  I finally got to use the word 'whence!') and we ended up in Roy's Import Repair, a fine country establishment located in a God-fearing part of Amish country; closed, as was appropriate on a Sunday; the perfect place to take a piss before shooting some pictures.

    Now, I know nothing about antique cars, a fact I'll happily admit because doing otherwise is like striking up a conversation about sports, which I'm even less enlightened on. Actually, I'm ignorant to anything considered masculine by hick standards.

Some old car

    You might sneer at my view of such things at this point.  I don't care.  It's a freaking car, and drooling over cars, at least to me, is like drooling over old issues of Hustler Magazine.
     These cars, however, were somehow no different than any other old cars I'd ever seen.  The only thing I liked about them was the fact the prices didn't seem ridiculously indulgent, based on emotional value versus actual Kelly Blue Book, which was probably in the neighborhood of $1.96.
     Since I'd used the owner's lot as a toilet, I felt it only good and proper to show the other pictures I'd shot while pretending to be a potential buyer.  These are those cars.
The first is a Ford Fairlane, named after the Andrew Dice Clay's terrible movie 'Ford Fairlane. (See how that works out?)

The second is a restored Baltimore Police car.  Yeah, like anyone would buy that and drive it around.  I mean, weriously!  How many happy memories would that pile of junk strike up for anyone?!
     I guess this ends my New Oxford trip down memory lane soince I can't relate to any of it.
     And frankly?  New oxford is just a bunch of over-priced antique shops, a tourist trap with no more appeal than a ramora stuck to the bottom of a much cooler fish.
      But that's cruising for ya. A trip down Memory Lane can sometimes be no more than a toilet stop for the next guy.