FobzyVintages in Paris
January 2nd 2010 00:31
Sebastian, said Mother, as she joined us on one of her rare breakfast times, well, there is nothing rare about the breakfast but Mother's visits are rare nowadays if you understand what I'm trying to say.
Sebastian, Mother always uses my name twice, as if I haven't heard her or something, I'm relieving you of your farming duties, my mouth dropped right open in shock as I searched my mind thoroughly for something I may have done wrong.
In future you can just "keep your eye on things" and that will give you more time with your cars and more time to help me with the horses.
Mary and I each breathed a sigh of relief, I was still "in" it seems.
I've decided we are not really in a position to train horses but we can still acquire some good breeding lines and see what we produce.
Incidentally I'm going to start a little riding school, but , of course you won't be expected to help with that, which is just as well as I can barely ride myself. Mother is the horsewoman round here.
She went on to say she was looking for a good school for little Charlie, she'd decided I had been such a poor student that my old school might well think little Charlie is as slow as me, and that certainly would not do.
As Mother will be paying the fees and footing the bills, Mary and I are both happy to let her have her way although I was looking forward to the time when I would be able to renew acquaintance with some of my old chums who I had lost contact with.
They were very fond of me, the old fobzy, and I of them, and my lack of scholarly prowess never stood in the way of our friendships.
With these announcements, Mother finished her breakfast quickly, as usual, and off she went.
I guess I can look forward to a pleasant day, circulating, and Mary will be off with little Charlie to join her other friends at their little Mother's group.
But for now I'm putting up another post on cars and my mind is very much on vintage.
How popular these car meets have become, I'm looking forward, eventually to joining them.
The picture is from the scene at last year’s Traversée de Paris, with a vintage Bugatti leading the way outside the Place Vendôme.
Bugatti is certainly the name to follow, with plenty of cash in the bank, or in your pockets, if you get my gist.
As the New York Times tell us
The Traversée de Paris, now in its 10th year, celebrates vehicles of all sorts, dating from between 1912 and 1979, each with its own story. For example, a luxury Bugatti valued at between 350,000 and 3 million euros — about $500,000 to $4.2 million — will be parked next to a more common Renault 4CV (cost: between 3,000 and 9,000 euros), with their owners sharing nostalgic memories of buying, restoring and driving the cars.
Sigh, I only wish I was ready to join in these great events, but I'm just a new chum with these things.
From your little farming pal, the old fobzy
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