Pete's view of the world, and my view of Pete

This is a common sight for me...my husband practically crawling under other people's antique/vintage cars, striking up conversations with the owners of these vehicles, and sometimes even running—literally, running—after a particularly fascinating bike or car of some sort. Yesterday we pulled over in a banquet parking lot so he could jump out of my car and inspect this old car. He told me what it was, but I've since forgotten. I'd ask him now, but he's fast asleep on the couch, probably dreaming about this car or others like it.