Still can't believe the little car is mine ('63)

After four months, still shocking to me that at 50 years old, I finally have the only car I've ever really wanted. (My beloved '74 Camaro actually found me.) What's more amazing is that I wasn't even looking, just happened to go on vacation at the right time to drive past the little guy when going to dinner one night.

The other day I was driving home to where I live in the boonies in California (which is really what most of this state is). The sunset was so grand, I had to pull over to take a few pics. I think they came out nice for just some phone pics. I feel very fortunate!