Dear Editor,
Ah summer…It’s 7 a.m.
As I lie in bed on my peaceful Sunday morning, the silence is shattered (every two minutes) by the sound of rumbling, backfiring, gearing down muscle cars.
You see, I live at the corner of Seventh Avenue and Steveston Highway, and it’s usually a very quiet neighbourhood.
But now until October we’ll get to listen to all the cars rolling past to congregate at Garry Point for the Coffee and Cars Car Show.
There are hundreds of cars so they come early as the parking lot fills up completely by 9:30.
Then they come and go for the rest of the morning. Good luck getting a spot down there if your headed to Garry Point for a picnic.
Don’t get me wrong, I love cars. I grew up working on cars and I love a good car show as much as the next grease monkey.
Glass packs, camshafts, the smell of grease, I love it. What I don’t love, is being forced to listen to these cars every Sunday morning.
Why can’t they meet in a mall parking lot (as they do in Tsawwassen) or an industrial area rather than a very quiet residential neighborhood.
Ruth Quirk
Richmond
