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1964 Pontiac Parisienne

Spring 2013 Is Upon Us

Spring 2013 is upon us and I have many adventures in store this year.  Hope to see a lot of the world and enjoy the sunshine with the top down all the way.  There are many swap meets, cruises and shows I would like to attend also a trip to Prince George to visit my grandaughter as well.  See you along the road somewhere and enjoy the ride.

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Happy New Year 2013


The snow is falling and my thoughts go to driving on a warm summer day topless see you all soon!!

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Memphis or Bust – May 25 to June 13, 2012

Exactly one year to the day after my husband’s passing, I was surfing on- line and up popped a notice that there was going to be a car show at Graceland in Memphis, Tennessee on June 1 and 2, 2012.  I think my husband was sending me a message to go. They were offering a professionally done photograph of you and your car in front of the mansion at Graceland along with a visit with “the King of Rock and Roll”.  So I e-mailed my younger sister (half expecting that she would say no) and asked her if she was up for a road trip to Memphis.  She said “yes” and the rest is history.  I had the old girl tuned up and cleaned up and we left Kamloops on May 25, 2012 for the road trip of a lifetime. We traveled over 6000 miles and only had some minor problems with the power steering unit and had to replace both headlights. There was some interesting weather including snow, hail the size of soft balls, tornados, wind and sizzling heat. The old girl was named a “man magnet” as everywhere we stopped men came out of the woodwork to comment on the two Canadian girls nicknamed “Thelma and Louise” (my sister’s name is actually Louise) riding in a 1964 Pontiac Pairisenne convertible.  We were no end of entertainment for the American men and women and they in turned entertained us.  No one could believe that there was a 283 under the hood and that we were actually going to see the “King”.   We spent some time in Nashville and saw Carrie Underwood at the Grand Old Opry.  On the way home we travelled through Yellowstone Park and it is a wonder to see.  We made it safely home on June 13, 2012.  We both will carry many great memories of the adventure and possibly another one to come, who knows!!  There is nothing like seeing the world from my sundeck on wheels.  Check out my website at her64.com for more information.

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Trip to Graceland 2012

My younger sister and I are planing a trans America trip to visit Graceland and Nashville, TN to see Elvis.  It is one of my life’s dreams to travel to see where he lived and how he lived.  I was surprised to find that there is a car show in Memphis at Graceland June 1 and 2, 2012.  So we jumped at the chance to have a picture of my car taken in front of Graceland and another trip of a lifetime across the Americas in a Canadian vehicle.  Almost all the planing done just need to get the old girl checked to make sure she is ready for the trip. Once again it is all about the ride topless all the way!!  

Just putting the finishing touchs on the pontiac for the long trip to Graceland in Memphis.  New front brake pads, major tune up and repaired leaking power steering unit.  Also, installed a new stereo as the original one was installed in 2008 and is not working due in part to my trying to jump start the car and having a blond moment.  So it is only a few days and we will be hitting the road for another adventure driving a classic car.  I will be posting pictures of the trip as soon as possible so stay tuned!!

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Update – November 2011 – Looking Forward to 2012

I have not been doing too much with convertible this year but I have made a few trips, one to Chilliwack for their annual car show and, of course, participated in the Hot Nites Car show in Kamloops.  I hope to do more in 2012.  It is now time to put the car away for the winter see you all next year.  Hope that life treats you well and happy travels.

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In Memory of Wolf Obieglo May 1/54 to March 16/11

 The World has forever changed because of the loss of a bright light. Wolf Obieglo passed away at 8:15 am March 16, 2011 in the arms of his loving wife at Royal Inland Hospital at age 56 after a lengthy and valiant three year fight with lung cancer. He was born in Caracas, Venezuela in May 1954. His parents Heinz and Ursula immigrated to Canada when he was one year old as  he was not able to tolerate the climate in that country. He will  be remembered forever for being a wonderful Husband, Father, Poet, Friend, Animal Lover, Convertible Companion, Car Lover, Horseman, and Humorist. He was married to the love of his life, Carolyn for 32 years. They met one summer evening in her 1964 Pontiac Parisienne convertible in Vancouver and have been sole mates ever since and forever. He will be sadly missed by his two sons, Christopher (wife Michelle) and Karl (wife Johanna), Mother Ursula, Sister Wendy, Mother-in-Law Alice and his constant companion Abby and Fatt Cat. He spent most of his working years in the forest industry through British Columbia and overseas eventually becoming a Big Rig Driver before his illness stopped his road trips. He always had a smile and a warm welcome to all. He was a very patient and passionate man, larger than life itself. There is will be no service by request but there will be a celebration of his life at his beloved Pritchard place in the future. His ashes will be spread over the hills of the Pritchard range where he loved to ride his palomino mare. Til we Ride again. Donations can be made to the fight against Cancer in his name. The poem below is one that he wrote to be published upon his death. Thank you to all that he encountered on his life path especially the staff at the Royal Inland Hospital 7 North.

Today I closed my eyes for the very last time,
And with a sigh cut my earthly ties,
To step forth into the unknown,
A journey we each must take alone.
Whilst I am alive I sit and write,
Pondering on all that is now past,
Of my journey along life’s path,
With all of life’s twist and turns.
Not all agree with the choices I made,
Some thinking less of me,
And other’s agreeing with me,
Not pleasing all, but my decisions to be made.
Success a measure different to each man,
My success is measured not by wealth or fame,
But measured by the love of family and friends,
And so I go in peace rich in love,
Wolf Obieglo March 16, 2011

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Looking Forward to 2011

A few photos of our travels this year.

Pumpkin Run - October

Chase Canada Day - July

Downtown Chilliwack - June

Happy travels and see you all next year.

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Her64.com – 2010 Summer Sunshine

Off to the Chilliwack Show and Shine June 27, 2010 the pictures below were taken a few years ago in Fraser Canyon and Cultus Lake on one of our adventures to the coast of British Columbia.

See below pictures from our Mother’s Day 2010 Trip to Blind Bay, BC with the Kamloops Vintage Car Club.


See below for a photo gallery of some of our past adventures in our rolling sun deck.  Then continue on to read the full story of our love machine!!

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Cinderella drives a blue 1964 Pontiac Parisienne convertible.

I didn’t know that, back when happily ever after was as easy as a kiss and a hug to mend some broken skin. Now I’ve learned that hearts do not mend as tidily as scraped knees and that Cinderella really does exist.  She is reborn in all women in that eternal instant of air losing oxygen and hearts tripping rhythm.  In one soul-filling, world-changing intake of breath, which simultaneously calms us with peaceful clarity, yet physically shakes us as the stars realign in celebration of the love we have found, her story begins once again. It is in that pinprick of time when we look in his eyes and lose the earth under our feet that all of us are fated to learn how it really ends.  I used to worry for Cinderella because the endings are incalculable and rarely do they start with happily ever after.

The first time I met Wolf and Carolyn, they were returning my two year old daughter’s ‘Houdini’ pony after his latest great escape. ‘Mr. Right’ and I had just moved into the rural neighbourhood he had grown up in and into the house I believed I would grow old in. Grandma was a five minute drive up the dirt road and available for babysitting anytime. Perfect. Wolf and Carolyn were our new neighbours with teenage boys. “Nice people,” was all I thought. Isn’t it funny how we don’t recognize our teachers when they first appear?

Over the next few years my family grew and Carolyn and Wolf’s emptied. We were given their trampoline when their, ‘old enough to know better’ boys, were caught jumping onto it from their roof. We went for adventurous horse rides and had friendly poker nights. My daughter started school and every morning as I walked her up the road to the bus stop, we waved to Carolyn as she drove by on her way to work in her rebuilt ’64 convertible, top down, hair in a bandana, proud and happy. It wasn’t until long after we’d moved into Grandma’s house that I learned the importance of that car and it’s owners.

Grandma had died, literally and figuratively, of a broken heart. Not one of Cinderella’s happiest endings and one of my first inklings that the lost slipper isn’t always returned by the right Prince Charming. Reluctantly, I said goodbye to my dream cottage to become the mistress of a comparative mansion, the house that had been my husband’s childhood home as well as the tragic site of love lost.

We settled into our new corner of the neighbourhood and lost touch with the old neighbours. Life went on as it always does. The birth of my son completed our perfect family and then, in a flip of the page, both my children were in school and I was deciding who I wanted to be at the end of this story. I was looking for the part in the movies when music starts playing and you know all the things that follow will be perfectly fine. Everything always works out the way it is supposed to at the end, right? I was a wife and a mother and yes, grateful for my life, but did those things define me? Was that the essence of me? I needed to know what it takes to stay married, to give someone your heart and not lose yourself in the process. As I searched for my individuality from all the other Cinderella’s out there, my marriage fell into dark times and I found myself wading through a mythical world of fairy tale love searching for truths..until I spotted that blue Pontiac parked at the local ‘everything and more’ store.

Wolf and Carolyn were starting a cross Canada trip in the car they’d had their first date in, the car they had renewed their wedding vows in at a drive-thru chapel in Vegas, the car which had pumpkined in the garage waiting patiently for the loving touch that would restore it. Wolf had terminal lung cancer and 3 months to live. They wanted one last cabriolet ride together.

This was when I began to recognize the lessons being offered up, but I had yet to learn them. We can understand a thing without truly knowing it, and knowing a thing comes only from experiencing it.

I remembered my Dad talking to me about the difference between ‘falling in love’ and ‘living in love’. It had seemed a cynical thought when I was in the throes of newlywedism, to talk about or even ponder a time when that feeling might fade away. Now I felt I was holding onto a poisoned apple – shiny and beautiful on the outside; bitter and rotting under the surface.

An unexpected rift in my story had ripped our perfect world. It was the classic ‘evil step sister’ moment and the details are probably interchangeable with a million other stories. We tried to carry on but when one of us reached out, the other pulled away and then we’d reverse roles. Love that was once free and easy was now suffocating. Counseling provided enough short term relief to recall the ‘once upon a time’ parts that seemed a thousand years ago, but we still needed to heal, to tape the pages back together, and the glue was fading fast.

I also remembered someone telling me in the beginning to keep my girl friends close, no matter how great the guy was, because those were the relationships that would keep you strong in the tough times. Your girl friends would be the ones who’d throw you a rope to hold on to when the world had once again been ripped out from under you, and, sure enough, my friends were there to listen to my tears.  They provided the lacking support, but I needed to rebuild and I wasn’t sure how to do that without tearing everything down first. I began looking outside my own blurred life.

I consoled friends who lost their perfect endings to drugs, or adultery, or cruel diseases that took Prince Charming from their story. I studied couples who had ‘made it’ and ones that hadn’t. I discovered that Prince Charming and Mr. Right are not always the same person. I cheered on friends who were feasting on fresh love. As with all things, I learned and healed by focusing on helping others rather than myself.

When my ‘teachers’ returned from their travels, I spent some time with Wolf, listening to his musings on life, his love for Carolyn, and their journeys in the car. Through their stories, I began to uncover simple truths about love. Love is not perfect; it requires patience. Love continues for as long as you are open to receiving it. Love means laughing…a lot. Love means allowing time for forgiveness and saying, “I’m sorry”, (even when you know you’re right).  Most importantly, love means letting go. The harder we hold onto something that needs to be free, the harder it struggles to survive; and so I let go.

My heart was broken.  The pain was like breathing spinning wheel needles, but what I discovered next surprised me. Hearts, as brittle and helpless as they are against the drive to search for that magical slice of time when real life becomes the fairy tale, are equally as capable of withstanding whatever that moment of vulnerability sets up for us.


The spark of time that weakens our knees is the same event that can destroy us or make us stronger, depending upon our perception and our reactions. We control the story no matter what the author has in store. In fact, the ending becomes irrelevant when we learn that happily ever after never did depend on Prince Charming or Mr. Right, but ultimately, on our willingness to create our own stories.

During the days when my relationship did not feel worth the heartache, I found strength from many sources, not least of which was the real life story of Wolf and Carolyn. They unwittingly taught me to create happily ever after at every turn of the page and ride it like a white horse through the mess we invariably find ourselves in, they taught me that faith and love can defy the greatest odds, and they taught me to believe in the future when the past comes back to haunt us.

Wolf is now 2 years past his predicted expiration date and planning a trip to Sweden with his princess, Carolyn. They may leave the car in the garage this time and take a plane across the ocean.


I still love to watch people moving through all the seasons of love and I am seeking inspiration. Whether the battle be won or lost, the real life tale never ends. As for my own story, an unexpected plot twist gave my marriage a new chapter, ending unwritten, and I no longer worry about Cinderella.

I see her on her way to fitness class in perky outfits or tossed-on sweatpants seeking to attract a new beginning. I see her lost in loving bliss as she strolls with a baby carriage through the park.  I see her baking pies or making shrewd business deals. And yes, I still see one Cinderella with the wind whipping rockin’ tunes and loose strands of hair past her wizened face as she drives her blue ’64 Parisienne through the dusty country roads. I know in my heart that she will be just fine, because true love stories are not defined by their beginnings or endings but by all the happily ever after moments created in between,  Written by Kathleen Wright – Spring 2010     November 2010

– Update to the story.  We did travel to Sweden to see our second son marry his Swedish Sweetheart in  August and Wolf is still fighting a battle with cancer.  One day at a time.

Continue on down the page for the full story of  our sundeck on wheels and all the fun that we are having!!

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Summer 2009

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In June of 2009, we traveled to the Stampede in Calgary, Alberta for the first time.  It was a marvelous trip and fun to see all of cowboys, cowgirls and their  horses.  We really enjoyed the parade in downtown Calgary.  They put on a great grand stand show and everyone should check it out.  We then traveled to Grand Prairie, Alberta to visit our son Karl and his wife Johanna.  Then it was off to Prince George to visit our other son Chris and his wife Michelle.  We almost drowned in a prairie storm as all older convertibles leak but we arrived stafely after driving through the Pine Pass and back into British Columbia.  We attended as many car shows and parades as time would allow this summer.  We could not attend all events as we were on fire watch for most of August and September as our home is situated at the base of Martin Mountain in Pritchard.   We watched to whole top of our mountain burn but thankfully we did not have to evacuate our home or animals.  We are looking forward to next summer enjoying our rolling sundeck again.  For now it is covered and enjoying a well deserved rest in the garage.  Happy trials to all.


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