Sunday at the Lane Motor Museum

On Sunday, I took Niki, Charlotte, and Peter to one of my favorite places -- the Lane Motor Museum.  It is located in an old bakery, and it contains about 150 really unique, odd European cars and motorcycles.  I love this place.  Most of the cars are drivable, and it is clear that the cars are affectionately cared for by true car guys.

We parked in a garage outside, which was filled with random vehicles to gawk at even before you go inside and pay the admission fee.  This is an UltraVan -- a motorhome made out of a Corvair.  Niki contemplated the rig while Charlotte and Peter went in search of "baby cars."

Peter:  Look!  A baby car!

Inside the museum.

The museum has a GREAT kids play place on a raised platform in the middle of the floor.  Niki really wants one of these little gas pumps for the play room.

Niki pretending to fill up an electric car with gasoline.  This is why we will not be buying a Nissan Leaf.

Charlotte found a rocking car.

In 1948, Hans Berger made this rocket-powered car for his daughter, Heidi to drive in races.  Read that again.  Some father made a ROCKET-POWERED CAR FOR HIS DAUGHTER.  According to the write-up on the car, there was no way to control the thrust.  You simply lit the rocket and held on.

The museum provided a Citroen 2CV that people could climb into.  Charlotte was tickled to sit in the front while I sat in the back.  Unfortunately, after Niki took this picture and wandered off after Peter, I realized that I couldn't figure out how to open the door again and had to yell for help.  Finally, a nice staff guy let us out.

Why had Niki wandered off?  Peter had slid into this BMW Isetta (NOT a car you were supposed to sit in), and Niki had to lure him out.

Charlotte took this picture of this baby Subaru.

She also took a picture of me and this Audi 4000. 

Apparently, this is the appropriate pose for a Renault Alpine.

 Charlotte and I liked this ski/propeller car.  Can we really call this a car?

I think this is the Tatra that Spike, Grandpa Chuck, and I rode in the first time we went to the Lane Motor Museum.  Did I mention that they give rides every once in a while?

Charlotte and a 2011 Dallara (IndyCar).

To get an idea of how big those IndyCars are - here is the Dallara next to a MG Midget race car.

 Me and a Triumph Spitfire.  I didn't see any TR7 or TR8s there.

 Charlotte and an old Stringer family favorite - an Amphicar.

Seeing the dual props on these cars always gives me a kick.

Incidentally, GrandDad and NanaB sent us this photo of an Amphicar they actually saw in the water in Leland, MI this weekend.

Charlotte spent a little time trying to figure out which side was the front.

The Lane Motor Museum is full of the weird and the wonderful.  This MGTF is wonderful.

Here is an old VW with a primitive cooling unit.

 I have always loved the Jag XKE dashboard.

I love the Lane Motor Museum.  I hope to get back soon.  Hopefully on July 14, 2012, when the good folks at the Lane are planning to fire this up and crush stuff in the parking lot:

Niki is not quite as excited as I am for that event.

Franklin Touch-a-Truck

Every once in a while, the City of Franklin cleans up some of its civic duty trucks, brings them to Pinkerton Park, and allows the local kids to climb all over them, honk horns, and push all sorts of buttons in them.  They call it "Touch-a-Truck", which conjures up all sorts of images of these poor vehicles being molested.  Then again, I imagine their real drivers do take their lives in their hands when they start the trucks up afterwards.

But, it is a ton of fun -- not just for the kids, but for us parents, too.  I also get the impression that the volunteers who gave up their Friday night to show kids the ambulances, trash trucks, etc. really enjoyed showing off their rides.  (Especially the cherry picker guy.  That guy seemed to be having a ball.  He was up and down and over here and then over there, swooping around like Spiderman at the end of the cherry picker arm.)

TRUCK ONE:  Touch me first.

TRUCK TWO:  No, me first!

Cherry Picker Guy:  WHEEEEEEE!

Charlotte:  Nice.  How do I honk the horn?

Cherry Picker Guy:  WHEEEEEE!

 Charlotte:  This seat is a little low.  Just a little bit.

Charlotte:  This is my new pet fire truck.  His name is Squirty.

Niki:  This is the truck that picks up our yard waste.

Peter:  There's a stick.  Pick it up with the pneumatic arm!

Niki, the kids, and the police who will become very familiar to us once Peter can drive.

Niki and the kids found the CIRT van.  

Inside the CIRT Van.

Peter:  Guys with guns?  Check.  Location of the bad guys?  Check.  Wearing sunglasses, a muscle shirt, and "super jump shoes" instead of a uniform?  Check.  I'm ready.  Let's roll.

By far, the biggest star of the show was this Peterbilt.

Daddy:  Pull this to release the air-brake and we're rollin'.  I'll keep my foot on the gas.  You keep the bears off our ass.

Peterbilt dashboard.

After Touch-a-Truck, we returned to Cannonwood to play cornhole with the Marshalls.  Dan built the boards and Niki sewed the bags.  David and  Alicia started off the evening with a few practice tosses.

What the heck is going on here?  Seriously.  I have no idea.

In some places, "it's not over until the fat lady sings."  In Cannonwood, "it's not over until the toddler boy collapses on Bubba Pig."  This phrase just doesn't have the same ring.

Water play on a sunny day

The day of my birthday, I decided we needed to do something fun.  All the kids ever want to do is to play in water of any kind, so I decided to capitalize on that.  (Well, they love dirt probably the most, but water is a very close second.)  For some reason, I started the activity with the kids dressed in regular clothes.  Stupid!  Stupid!!  Stupid!!!

How on earth does she always manage to look so goofy in photos?  The big news, however, was that Charlotte actually let me put pigtails in her hair for a few hours!  She was probably just humoring me so I would fill all sorts of containers with water and let them go bananas.  It worked.

Both kids whined when their clothes got wet (Peter asked me to "wipe it off, pweese"), so I busted out the bathing suits.  (Trust me -- Peter is wearing something behind all those bowls.)

Much of the time Charlotte was off running around on a flight of fancy with a bucket of water, but Peter stayed put for a reeeeeeally long time mixing and pouring like a miniature mad scientist.

Things were getting rowdy, so I steered them toward washing their rides.  They decided the best method would be to use foam brushes.

Lunch outside was a must.

Not long after, I had to lure them back inside to be changed in time for Peter to take a nap.  Charlotte ripped her pigtails out, and I tried not to be too sad.  I have no idea what that child has against wearing things in her hair, but if she doesn't let me braid her hair sometime in the next few years I'm going to have to grow Peter's hair out.

Just kidding!  Well, maybe . . .

The monkeys visit the zoo

My little monkeys and I joined my friend Kym, her parents, and her three monkeys (oops, I mean kids) at the Nashville Zoo on Friday.  It was a freakishly cold day, but it ended up being a much better zoo experience than a usual hot June day.  

Unfortunately, a lot of the photos I took that day are of the backs of the kids as they gawked at the animals.  It's hard to get good reaction shots when you can't climb into the animal enclosures to do it.

Odie found an alligator to ride in the playground area.

Peter found a huge snake!

The snake turned out to be a cool tunnel.  Peter ran through it about 40 times.

Luke found a hippo!

Some hunters tried to catch Peter in a big net.

Waiting anxiously to enter the lorikeet enclosure to feed some birdies.

Charlotte was a pro at feeding the birds with the nectar cups!

The birds mistook Luke for a tree.

Grumpy even after a picnic lunch?

Revisiting the scene of her famous goat-accessorizing incident!

Charlie Jo and Luke tried to blend in with the flamingos.

Odie and Petey each brought a favorite stuffed animal.  Petey, however, decided to take a siesta on his for some reason.

Poor Kym spent most of the time that Gabe was out of the stroller chasing after the soon-to-be-two-year-old as he raced ahead of the group.  Charlie Jo and Luke look so cute holding hands as they tried to keep up with the little sprinter.

Check out that alligator skull!  Odie and Charlotte look like they're featuring it as a prize on "The Price Is Right."

Somebody get these monkeys back in their cages!

Charlotte and Peter take on Texas

I left our week-long vacation in Texas without a single photo because I plumb forgot to load them onto a flash drive before we left.  Whoops.  Until I get my hot little hands on those shots, you can check out my sister's point of view on the trip here, here, here, and here.  She posted probably the best of the pictures, but I'm sure there's a few fun ones she missed.  Stay tuned!