One day, I went over to the Atlantis to see what was going on over there. I walked around and checked out the cars, booths, and the people. I ended up leaning against a lamp post near this 1960 Rambler and started watching the owner do some last minute cleaning and rearranging of her car. I walked over to her and asked her my favorite opening question when talking to the owner, "So, what am I looking at here?" I spent the next hour getting a lesson on the 1960 Rambler, how much work had been done on it, how rare this part is, road tripping to Wisconsin for a Rambler reunion, etc. This car is the owner's pride and joy, and her enthusiasm was great. She told me her stories, trials, and tribulations with a big smile on her face. These are the people that make going to car shows so much fun. With so many grumpy folks in the world today, she was a ray of sunshine. She had my undivided attention the whole time while talking to her. My only regret is that I didn't get a picture of her standing next to her car.
1960 Rambler
Front End View - look at all that chrome!
I had been talking to her for at least 1/2 hour and kept noticing this emblem on the rear quarter panel. I kept thinking it was just some Rambler emblem on there, when I realized I was looking at the gas cap. I asked her about it, and got a story. She and her husband were installing an air conditioning system on a house, and she went underneath the house to finish up the duct work. She was on one end on the house where a previous owner had added on a garage. She felt her knee hit something buried in the dirt, but finished up the duct work. She then dug up the object, and it was this gas cap for a Rambler! What were the chances of that? I figured a previous owner must have dropped the cap, or it fell of a bench/table, and rolled under the house through a gap between the house and garage. That poor owner must have gone crazy trying to figure out what the heck happened to that dang gas cap.
