A Night At Dawg's

In my other life, I am a car nut.   My husband's first passion is cars, and even though I have always loved and been fascinated by them, he really showed and taught me that there was so much more than a shiny paint job and loud motor, and fed my love and admiration for cars and the people who build them.

In this state - Michigan, the birthplace of the automobile - during the summer, you can just about find a gathering every night of the week after work. People hop in their old cars, their new cars, their race cars, their import cars, their muscle cars, new, refinshed, or orignal, stock or modified, and just hang out together. It's virtually a walk through history, across generations and likes and dislikes. People just coming together to be with other like people, to admire the Great American Dream.

That said, and since this is geared  - sorry, couldn't resist - towards my car friends, I shall stop talking and have you enjoy the photos that I took one night this summer at a place called Dawg's Dog House, where people started meeting at 7 and went well past midnight, as you can tell by the darkening pictures. Just a warning...there are a lot - 71- and ends appropriately with a hearse!

Enjoy!  A Night At Dawgs 2009