The morning is just starting to form. To the east a pale sun, resembling diluted orange juice is peeking over the horizon, backlighting the signature tall grain elevators. Wisps of steam rise from the cornfields on the edge of town as the sun heats up and the mist starts to burn away. The early dawn is mostly quiet, with just small sounds of activity. In the distance on the highway to the north is a growing rumble that becomes identifiable as the throaty exhaust of a classic muscle car.
At first one by one, then in groups, and finally in a steady stream, the vintage cars and pick-up trucks arrive. They engage in something like a mating dance, with their colorful plumage on full display as they jockey for the coveted parking spaces in the center of the main street. The earliest arrivals take the spots under the trees in front of the community park where they know they will be shaded for most of the day. Many are fully restored vintage automobiles, while others are daily drivers.
By Brad Kellogg
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8/26/2022 06:22:29 pm
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