It’s called the Lane Museum and I had wanted to visit since we were here last year but it was closed. Above their oldest car from 1909 and their newest from 2014 to give you an idea. My buddy Gary and his wife Barbara made sure we didn’t miss it this visit because they are kind friends.
It wasn’t his first visit so Gary showed me Jeff Lane’s first restoration when the museum owner was a teenager and the resurrected MG was the vehicle he used to qualify for his license. This place is extremely intimate and personal and thus fascinating.
My youth was on display and I found myself sitting in a Citroen for the first time in decades. Me, my dog Sandy, my Benelli 650 and my Citroen back around 1980:
I don’t want to be a bore but the museum was a walk down memory lane for me, cars from my childhood up to my own last car that I owned before I emigrated, a Fiat X1/9 sports car convertible:
The museum asks visitors not to touch, except that one varying car, in my case the Citroen I was sitting in, that is on display for visitors to enjoy by actually sitting in. The other vehicles have their windows open so you can stick your noggin in for an up close look.
The bubble car was my first car crash when my sister missed a turn and we literally rolled down an English hill, unhurt. Bobby the dog escaped and ran yelping all the way home. The museum says all the cars in the collection, more than 500 are in running order and they antique license plates to prove it.
Weekends they open the downstairs level where the workshop operates and keeps the vehicles in order. Outside they have a giant amphibious car carrier with the remains of a car they used as a victim of the monster.
They had a video showing the car getting crushed. Very weird.
It’s on the outskirts of Nashville and well worth a visit.
Below the Peel 50 from the Isle of Man so small it has no reverse gear.
You pick it up by the handle and walk it backwards…
The cats are set far enough sleet they are easily driven onto the streets of Nashville and apparently it is not uncommon for the cats to be seen around town. My kind of museum.
Dinner was barbecue of course.
Including Ho Cakes, pancakes made of corn, my first.
And there we are, away from deserts and mountains, moochdocking outside cities and there we are finding ourselves in green forests. So much variety.
Gary has a fully equipped workshop and he leant me a hand by cutting down a piece of metal for me. I use the pole to ground faulty Mexican campground plugs and I’ve been hauling around three feet of unnecessary metal. Not anymore.
We never did get into Nashville proper. But it was fun, all fun just hanging out and getting stuff done. Useful stuff.
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Jo and drove out to Yellowstone from South Carolina in a Yellow Fiet X1/9. We got to Yellowstone on August 15th and it was snowing. We cut on the car heater and it started leaking coolant all over the floor. No heat and we were cold. We rented a 'bargain cabin' and covered the bed with our tent. We then watched the snow come thru the roof of the bargain cabin.
It was the first time I ever saw a moose in person. Those things are big.
Anyway, the little car got us there and back. It was so small that you didn't get in it, you put it on.
Such a shame that you didn't post the photo of you in the Kilt. :)
It's hard to compare the two but the Lane museum seems as interesting as Bill Harrah's. Wow! No wonder it was a bucket list item!
Not sure whete I saw it, but that Futura lools very familiar. That rotating driver's seat is unique and later copied.
LOL @ the Futura!
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