Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Confessions of a Drugstore Car Guy
My “Drugstore” Car Guy identity is based on some fundamental flaws in my personality. In the first place, I’ll never be a real Car Guy because, when faced with a mechanical issue, I do not flop on the ground, roll under the car and start fixin’ stuff. I also don’t get demonstrably enthusiastic when encountering automotive awesomeness. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but some in our car community get positively giddy around what they consider cool car stuff!
I was watching and, unfortunately, listening, to car TV recently and I have to say I was embarrassed for the dudes that are picked to be talking heads. Is there some condition of employment that requires these twits to . . . ? They seem compelled to effusive over-reaction; nothing they see or hear can be described as anything less than superlative. I mean, really, it’s just not possible for everything to be the most awesomest!
I’d hate to be thought of as an old poop but I have a hard time in describing anything as the greatest. Hell, I haven’t seen everything yet so how can I pick what’s even in the top 10? Besides, as soon as something gets tagged as the best, all the rest start lining-up to take it down a notch. In almost every category “the Best” get a lot less than 15 minutes! But, that’s just me.
Now that that’s out of the way, let me tell you about the recent Golden Gears show at Harry Grove Stadium. You know; it is all about Community. That’s when people who share a common interest get together to enjoy that while temporarily setting aside whatever differences they might have. I saw a lot of that going on at Home Run car Show and it warmed the cockles of my Loman & Barkley heart.
I also saw our very own Eddie Z show up early with a really big car trailer. I mean, he wasn’t bringing just the Trailer Queen, he had her whole Court! Actually he was toting his latest acquisition and it proved to be quite an attention-getter. In keeping with my previously stated policy of understatement let’s just say it’s pretty neat and definitely unique.
In any case, kudos to the Golden Gears guys and gals; they put on quite a show and everybody seemed to be having a good time. I didn’t even notice anyone laughing at me or getting impatient as I tried to maneuver Paul’s ’55 out of the spot where I’d parked it. The cars, the crowd and the vendors provided a very eclectic mix for everyone’s Car Show pleasure. Thanks Double G!
Telemetry in the 21st Century:
I grew up during the Space Race and remember being amazed at Houston’s ability to monitor goings-on in space. According to the Internet, specifically http://www.thefreedictionary.com/telemetry :
te•lem•e•try (t-lm-tr) n. 1. The science and technology of automatic measurement and transmission of data by wire, radio, or other means from remote sources, as from space vehicles, to receiving stations for recording and analysis. 2. The measurement of data at a remote source and transmission of the data (typically by radio) to a monitoring station. Telemetry is used, for example, to track the movements of wild animals that have been tagged with radio transmitters, and to transmit meteorological data from weather balloons to weather stations.
In those days I never imagined that one day we’d all carry equipment to achieve the same kind of monitorization both in our cars and, even, on our very persons! What with cell phones and GPS, Sync and On Star, digital cable and satellite TV, the Internet and who knows what else, we can keep an eye on others (and have one kept on us) at all times and everyplace. Maybe someone, somewhere was being entertained by my parking lot antics.
I was watching and, unfortunately, listening, to car TV recently and I have to say I was embarrassed for the dudes that are picked to be talking heads. Is there some condition of employment that requires these twits to . . . ? They seem compelled to effusive over-reaction; nothing they see or hear can be described as anything less than superlative. I mean, really, it’s just not possible for everything to be the most awesomest!
I’d hate to be thought of as an old poop but I have a hard time in describing anything as the greatest. Hell, I haven’t seen everything yet so how can I pick what’s even in the top 10? Besides, as soon as something gets tagged as the best, all the rest start lining-up to take it down a notch. In almost every category “the Best” get a lot less than 15 minutes! But, that’s just me.
Now that that’s out of the way, let me tell you about the recent Golden Gears show at Harry Grove Stadium. You know; it is all about Community. That’s when people who share a common interest get together to enjoy that while temporarily setting aside whatever differences they might have. I saw a lot of that going on at Home Run car Show and it warmed the cockles of my Loman & Barkley heart.
I also saw our very own Eddie Z show up early with a really big car trailer. I mean, he wasn’t bringing just the Trailer Queen, he had her whole Court! Actually he was toting his latest acquisition and it proved to be quite an attention-getter. In keeping with my previously stated policy of understatement let’s just say it’s pretty neat and definitely unique.
In any case, kudos to the Golden Gears guys and gals; they put on quite a show and everybody seemed to be having a good time. I didn’t even notice anyone laughing at me or getting impatient as I tried to maneuver Paul’s ’55 out of the spot where I’d parked it. The cars, the crowd and the vendors provided a very eclectic mix for everyone’s Car Show pleasure. Thanks Double G!
Telemetry in the 21st Century:
I grew up during the Space Race and remember being amazed at Houston’s ability to monitor goings-on in space. According to the Internet, specifically http://www.thefreedictionary.com/telemetry :
te•lem•e•try (t-lm-tr) n. 1. The science and technology of automatic measurement and transmission of data by wire, radio, or other means from remote sources, as from space vehicles, to receiving stations for recording and analysis. 2. The measurement of data at a remote source and transmission of the data (typically by radio) to a monitoring station. Telemetry is used, for example, to track the movements of wild animals that have been tagged with radio transmitters, and to transmit meteorological data from weather balloons to weather stations.
In those days I never imagined that one day we’d all carry equipment to achieve the same kind of monitorization both in our cars and, even, on our very persons! What with cell phones and GPS, Sync and On Star, digital cable and satellite TV, the Internet and who knows what else, we can keep an eye on others (and have one kept on us) at all times and everyplace. Maybe someone, somewhere was being entertained by my parking lot antics.
Confessions of a Drugstore Car Guy
I went to Carlisle the other day, to the Import & Kit Car event, and got a chance to have a chat with honest-to-goodness Car Guy Icon Bruce Meyers. I went to see the latest in Dune Buggies and met the guy who invented them! How neat is that! Although Dune Buggies today occupy a pretty small niche in the specialty car world, once-upon-a-time they were the “coolest and cutest” way to have fun on four wheels.
According to the official history of the Manx, as Meyers called his Dune Buggy, “Bruce took it upon himself to design a lightweight version that would be fun on the beach or in the wilds of Baja...Bruce redesigned the body to fit on a shortened VW floorpan, which ultimately reduced the price as well. As a result, the Meyers Manx took off. It took the country by storm when magazines like Hot Rod and Car & Driver featured the fiberglass car on their covers. This caused a rash of over 300 orders. Not able to immediately fill these orders, other manufacturers sprang up overnight and ended up producing over 250,000 look-a-likes and near look-a-likes. Eventually over 300 companies, worldwide, copied the Manx in one form or another – even the copiers copied each other.” For more Manx history, see: http://www.manxclub.com/history.htm.
Wikipedia says: The Meyers Manx dune buggy was designed by Californian engineer, artist, boat builder and surfer Bruce Meyers. It was produced by his company between 1964 and 1971. The car featured a fiberglass bodyshell coupled with the Volkswagen Beetle frame and engine. It is a small car, with a wheelbase 14 1/4 inches (36.2 cm) shorter than a Beetle for lightness and better maneuverability. For this reason, the car is capable of very quick acceleration and good off-road performance. The Meyers Manx received widespread recognition when it won the inaugural Mexican 1000 race, the predecessor of the Baja 1000 beating motorcycles, cars and trucks in the process.
Manx-type cars have appeared in several movies, including Elvis Presley films and the 1968 The Thomas Crown Affair, which contains a lengthy beach-driving scene where a heavily modified Meyers Manx equipped with a Chevrolet Corvair flat-six engine is launched over several dunes.
Approximately 6,000 of the original Meyers Manx dune buggies were produced, but when the design became popular many copies (estimated at a quarter of a million worldwide) were made by other companies. Although already patented, Meyers lost in court to the copiers, the judge rescinding his patent as unpatentable opening the floodgates to the Industry Meyers started. Since then countless buggies continue to be produced today.
The thing that attracted, still attracts, me to Dune Buggies is their simplicity and how well they do what they do. Basically, a Dune Buggy is a vaguely car-looking fiberglass tub sitting on a VW chassis. While they have everything needed to go just about anywhere, they’re usually pretty short on extraneous stuff like windows and doors. While Meyers used them in desert racing, cross-country marathons like the Baja 1000, in their heyday they battled “Woodies” for the surfing crowds’ ride of choice.
I used to drive Volkswagens and have always appreciated their utility and toughness. My last VW, a 1970 Beetle I traded Elayne’s ’69 Camaro for, led a double life. It was both the family grocery-getter and my off-roader. With a little luck, some bun-clenching and breath-holding, that V-dub would (and did) go darn near anywhere! In the days before SUVs and nearly universal 4-wheel or All-wheel drive, the rear-engined VW had relatively high ground clearance and a smooth, flat bottom. It’s is that simple utilitarian toughness that works so well as the basis for the Dune Buggy.
The latest in Manx-style dune buggies are quite a bit fancier, though not necessarily more complex, than their Sixties counterparts. Meyers Manx still offers Dune Buggy kits with five or six models available. For enough money they can even be purchased “turn-key.” There are several other choices out there, too. Check out:
www.banditbuggy.com, www.kitcar.com/York/home.html, www.texasbuggys.com, and
www.funbodies.com
I’m just saying; here’s an option for a Car Guy who’d like the wind-in-his-face opportunity offered by a traditional open Hot Rod without a lot of the complexity. I think they’re neat!
According to the official history of the Manx, as Meyers called his Dune Buggy, “Bruce took it upon himself to design a lightweight version that would be fun on the beach or in the wilds of Baja...Bruce redesigned the body to fit on a shortened VW floorpan, which ultimately reduced the price as well. As a result, the Meyers Manx took off. It took the country by storm when magazines like Hot Rod and Car & Driver featured the fiberglass car on their covers. This caused a rash of over 300 orders. Not able to immediately fill these orders, other manufacturers sprang up overnight and ended up producing over 250,000 look-a-likes and near look-a-likes. Eventually over 300 companies, worldwide, copied the Manx in one form or another – even the copiers copied each other.” For more Manx history, see: http://www.manxclub.com/history.htm.
Wikipedia says: The Meyers Manx dune buggy was designed by Californian engineer, artist, boat builder and surfer Bruce Meyers. It was produced by his company between 1964 and 1971. The car featured a fiberglass bodyshell coupled with the Volkswagen Beetle frame and engine. It is a small car, with a wheelbase 14 1/4 inches (36.2 cm) shorter than a Beetle for lightness and better maneuverability. For this reason, the car is capable of very quick acceleration and good off-road performance. The Meyers Manx received widespread recognition when it won the inaugural Mexican 1000 race, the predecessor of the Baja 1000 beating motorcycles, cars and trucks in the process.
Manx-type cars have appeared in several movies, including Elvis Presley films and the 1968 The Thomas Crown Affair, which contains a lengthy beach-driving scene where a heavily modified Meyers Manx equipped with a Chevrolet Corvair flat-six engine is launched over several dunes.
Approximately 6,000 of the original Meyers Manx dune buggies were produced, but when the design became popular many copies (estimated at a quarter of a million worldwide) were made by other companies. Although already patented, Meyers lost in court to the copiers, the judge rescinding his patent as unpatentable opening the floodgates to the Industry Meyers started. Since then countless buggies continue to be produced today.
The thing that attracted, still attracts, me to Dune Buggies is their simplicity and how well they do what they do. Basically, a Dune Buggy is a vaguely car-looking fiberglass tub sitting on a VW chassis. While they have everything needed to go just about anywhere, they’re usually pretty short on extraneous stuff like windows and doors. While Meyers used them in desert racing, cross-country marathons like the Baja 1000, in their heyday they battled “Woodies” for the surfing crowds’ ride of choice.
I used to drive Volkswagens and have always appreciated their utility and toughness. My last VW, a 1970 Beetle I traded Elayne’s ’69 Camaro for, led a double life. It was both the family grocery-getter and my off-roader. With a little luck, some bun-clenching and breath-holding, that V-dub would (and did) go darn near anywhere! In the days before SUVs and nearly universal 4-wheel or All-wheel drive, the rear-engined VW had relatively high ground clearance and a smooth, flat bottom. It’s is that simple utilitarian toughness that works so well as the basis for the Dune Buggy.
The latest in Manx-style dune buggies are quite a bit fancier, though not necessarily more complex, than their Sixties counterparts. Meyers Manx still offers Dune Buggy kits with five or six models available. For enough money they can even be purchased “turn-key.” There are several other choices out there, too. Check out:
www.banditbuggy.com, www.kitcar.com/York/home.html, www.texasbuggys.com, and
www.funbodies.com
I’m just saying; here’s an option for a Car Guy who’d like the wind-in-his-face opportunity offered by a traditional open Hot Rod without a lot of the complexity. I think they’re neat!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Confessions of a Drugstore Car Guy
If you recall, I was getting all nostalgical about cruising of the teen-age variety; circling the streets aimlessly on weekend nights. Actually, if memory serves, the circling had a definite purpose; it was just unfulfilled more often than not! In any case, my memory wandered to a different sort of roads after a while.
I Googled dangerous roads just to see what I’d find. 1st up, a story about Dateline NBC’s search for the most dangerous roads in the U.S. Except their story was not about dangerous roads, it was about the dangerous drivers who utilize otherwise safe roads. Almost all of the hits I got in that initial search talked not about roads that, for whatever reason, were dangerous but about the danger of being on the road with other drivers. They’ve found the danger and it is us!
Well we all know that, as good as we are, all those other idiots out there are terrible drivers. But that’s not what I was interested in. I wanted to know about roads that were dangerous event if there were no other vehicles on them. I’m not sure if a really dangerous road is dangerous if no one is driving on it. It takes two to tango, right? My daddy used to say if we had some eggs we could have ham and eggs, if we had some ham.
What started this whole dangerous road thing was my recollection of some roads I’ve driven on, or been driven on, in the past. Some really hairy stretches of road come to mind. From my own experience, the most dangerous roads are:
1. Nevada 305 between Austin and Battle Mountain – straight as an arrow, just begs to be driven at excessive speed and a right across the path of every form of potential roadkill you can imagine, from field mice to elk.
2. Salt River Canyon, U.S. 60 where it crosses the Salt River northeast of Globe, Az. Switch-backs, drop-offs and breathtaking scenery; enjoy the view at your peril.
You know, maybe they were right, it’s us that make the roads dangerous, not the roads themselves. Take my two examples; both Nevada 305 and U.S. 60 are good roads that become dangerous when drivers don’t keep their minds on their business. The roads I’ve driven that really are intrinsically dangerous shouldn’t be roads in the first place; that’s what makes them dangerous. And that’s why they’re not paved and come with warning signs. My favorites are:
1. Dugas Rd./Forest Rd. 68E from Interstate 17 to the Childs/Irving Power Plant on the Verde River. It took us several hours to go a couple of miles, all in 4WD/low range. The road climbs down the canyon from the Mogollon Rim to the Verde River, dropping 2000 ft. in elevation, seemingly all at once.
2. Castle Hot Springs Rd. northwest of Phoenix, approximately 35 miles (mostly dirt, some riverbed) thru scenic desert to an amazing palm treed oasis resort in the middle of nowhere. Not particularly dangerous unless you make the trip in a Volkswagen with a wife that’s nine months pregnant.
3. A hundred other tracks across the desert where any number of disasters could befall you with just a little bad luck or poor judgment. It’s always too hot, too sandy, too rocky, too steep, whatever, to not be dangerous. Which makes it so much fun!
Roads themselves are not dangerous until you add inattentive or idiotic drivers or hazardous conditions. Our Interstate highways are great but I-68 from Hancock to Morgantown scares the pee-outta-me when it gets foggy. I-95 scares me when I consider the goofs I have to share it with. I-10 thru the desert scares we when a dust storm come along that zeroes visibility AND sand-blasts the car but doesn’t stop other drivers from going, or stopping.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR!
It’s not news to anyone with allergies but, like, spring has sprung! My gutters are filling up with blossoms from the cherry tree and helicopters from the maple trees, the ground’s so wet it squishes as I walk across the lawn and, although the grass is way too tall, it’s also too wet to mow. It’s a good thing I’ve got the new cruising’ season to take my mind off these yard-work difficulties.
As I opened my garage door the other day I was greeted with another taste (smell, actually) of spring. I got a blast of “old car smell” from my ‘56! You know all about “old car smell”, it’s kinda like “new car smell” but with experience. Even the Russians, sentimental as anyone, know what I’m talking about.
"When a person goes to an exhibit where there is a humble Pobeda or Moskvich -- the one that dad or grandad used to drive -- he asks to get in the car," Sorokin says. "And when the smell hits him, he immediately gets tears in his eyes as he remembers his childhood. He has a nostalgia for that time." This according to Radio Free Europe’s web-site in a story about modern Russian nostalgia for the “good old days.”
Like Oldsmaniac, in the ClassicOldsmobile.com Forum wrote, “Old car smell comes with the old car...usually everything cloth will take on the smell and the only way to rid is total reupholstery of the seats and new carpet. Old vinyl too will smell on dash and door panels. Any trunk matting or insulation on the trunklid underside will smell...To use a freshener or mothballs will only blend the smell and maybe worse than just the old car smell...Its not an easy remedy. For me I sorta like the old car smell.”
Me too! That odor, which brings to mind junk yards and the cars we drove in high school, is an integral part of the old car experience. In my research I read that new materials and techniques are making “new car smell” a thing of the past. Old Car Smell is already a thing of the past!
I Googled dangerous roads just to see what I’d find. 1st up, a story about Dateline NBC’s search for the most dangerous roads in the U.S. Except their story was not about dangerous roads, it was about the dangerous drivers who utilize otherwise safe roads. Almost all of the hits I got in that initial search talked not about roads that, for whatever reason, were dangerous but about the danger of being on the road with other drivers. They’ve found the danger and it is us!
Well we all know that, as good as we are, all those other idiots out there are terrible drivers. But that’s not what I was interested in. I wanted to know about roads that were dangerous event if there were no other vehicles on them. I’m not sure if a really dangerous road is dangerous if no one is driving on it. It takes two to tango, right? My daddy used to say if we had some eggs we could have ham and eggs, if we had some ham.
What started this whole dangerous road thing was my recollection of some roads I’ve driven on, or been driven on, in the past. Some really hairy stretches of road come to mind. From my own experience, the most dangerous roads are:
1. Nevada 305 between Austin and Battle Mountain – straight as an arrow, just begs to be driven at excessive speed and a right across the path of every form of potential roadkill you can imagine, from field mice to elk.
2. Salt River Canyon, U.S. 60 where it crosses the Salt River northeast of Globe, Az. Switch-backs, drop-offs and breathtaking scenery; enjoy the view at your peril.
You know, maybe they were right, it’s us that make the roads dangerous, not the roads themselves. Take my two examples; both Nevada 305 and U.S. 60 are good roads that become dangerous when drivers don’t keep their minds on their business. The roads I’ve driven that really are intrinsically dangerous shouldn’t be roads in the first place; that’s what makes them dangerous. And that’s why they’re not paved and come with warning signs. My favorites are:
1. Dugas Rd./Forest Rd. 68E from Interstate 17 to the Childs/Irving Power Plant on the Verde River. It took us several hours to go a couple of miles, all in 4WD/low range. The road climbs down the canyon from the Mogollon Rim to the Verde River, dropping 2000 ft. in elevation, seemingly all at once.
2. Castle Hot Springs Rd. northwest of Phoenix, approximately 35 miles (mostly dirt, some riverbed) thru scenic desert to an amazing palm treed oasis resort in the middle of nowhere. Not particularly dangerous unless you make the trip in a Volkswagen with a wife that’s nine months pregnant.
3. A hundred other tracks across the desert where any number of disasters could befall you with just a little bad luck or poor judgment. It’s always too hot, too sandy, too rocky, too steep, whatever, to not be dangerous. Which makes it so much fun!
Roads themselves are not dangerous until you add inattentive or idiotic drivers or hazardous conditions. Our Interstate highways are great but I-68 from Hancock to Morgantown scares the pee-outta-me when it gets foggy. I-95 scares me when I consider the goofs I have to share it with. I-10 thru the desert scares we when a dust storm come along that zeroes visibility AND sand-blasts the car but doesn’t stop other drivers from going, or stopping.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR!
It’s not news to anyone with allergies but, like, spring has sprung! My gutters are filling up with blossoms from the cherry tree and helicopters from the maple trees, the ground’s so wet it squishes as I walk across the lawn and, although the grass is way too tall, it’s also too wet to mow. It’s a good thing I’ve got the new cruising’ season to take my mind off these yard-work difficulties.
As I opened my garage door the other day I was greeted with another taste (smell, actually) of spring. I got a blast of “old car smell” from my ‘56! You know all about “old car smell”, it’s kinda like “new car smell” but with experience. Even the Russians, sentimental as anyone, know what I’m talking about.
"When a person goes to an exhibit where there is a humble Pobeda or Moskvich -- the one that dad or grandad used to drive -- he asks to get in the car," Sorokin says. "And when the smell hits him, he immediately gets tears in his eyes as he remembers his childhood. He has a nostalgia for that time." This according to Radio Free Europe’s web-site in a story about modern Russian nostalgia for the “good old days.”
Like Oldsmaniac, in the ClassicOldsmobile.com Forum wrote, “Old car smell comes with the old car...usually everything cloth will take on the smell and the only way to rid is total reupholstery of the seats and new carpet. Old vinyl too will smell on dash and door panels. Any trunk matting or insulation on the trunklid underside will smell...To use a freshener or mothballs will only blend the smell and maybe worse than just the old car smell...Its not an easy remedy. For me I sorta like the old car smell.”
Me too! That odor, which brings to mind junk yards and the cars we drove in high school, is an integral part of the old car experience. In my research I read that new materials and techniques are making “new car smell” a thing of the past. Old Car Smell is already a thing of the past!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Confessions of a Drugstore Car Guy
Late-winter blahs (too cold outside, nothing to do inside) have me cruising memory lane; playing re-runs in my head. Since it’s mostly car-related stuff, though, my memories must have some value, right? In recent years I’ve seen a lot of old school hot rods and other cars of that style that got me remembering some of the cars from my old school days.
I went to high school in the early sixties and tri-five Chevys were pretty new (Moms and Dads were still using them as daily-drivers and grocery-getters). My friends with cars tended to have less exotic rides. Eddie, for instance, had a flat-head six ’53 Plymouth and his brother, a four door Ford of the same vintage. I fell out of Eddie’s car while he was doing do-nuts in the school parking lot. I don’t remember if being seen riding in that car or falling out of it was more embarrassing.
My friend Jim had several cars while we were in school. One was a ’56 Ford; a two-door hardtop with a V-8. It was also a beater with no rear shocks. Riding in that car taught me how important shock absorbers are to both ride and handling; it was unsafe at any speed! Maybe it was the experience of putting our lives on the line every time we hit the road that made us all such responsible drivers as we got older.
Another friend, Rush (not that one), seemed to have access to lots of cars. His supplier was partial to Cadillac’s and we spent a lot of time running around in them, or not (because they broke down a lot!). He had a ’30 Model A coupe with a Caddy motor and transmission. It, too, was a beater (maybe the proto-type for today’s rat rods) with orange crate seats and a vise-grip gear selector. Three guys in a Model A teaches lots about togetherness. His other Cadillacs, while not necessarily things of beauty, were definitely the class of teenage cruising vessels (when running).
Not all of the cars I remember were old or raggedy. Charlie had a ’64 Ford Galaxy two-door hardtop with that NASCAR-style fast-back roof and a dual-quad 427. I have it on good authority that car would do over 150 mph. It also took a bunch of us more than 8 hours to make a 150 mile trip in the damn thing due to a combination of Ford engineering and poverty. Charlie could barely afford to keep gas in the car and certainly couldn’t afford to keep it tuned. The radiator water tank was not part of the radiator. It mounted on top of the front of the motor and had connections to the radiator and thermostat housing that were prone to crack from vibration. Charlie’s did and, on that trip, we spent more time pouring water in the cooling system than we did traveling.
The other evening I was talking about cars and teen-agers in this neck-of-the-woods with a fellow car club member (he grew-up in Middletown). Not a lot different than from where I grew-up (Arizona) except things here were/are closer together and greener. He, too, had a story about a Model A with vise-grips and make-do (cinder block) seats. In his version the vise-grips were used to steer! One thing universal about teen-age boys; they’ve got more guts than brains (it’s a blood-flow thing).
My friend was telling me about cruising the loop in Frederick. As I understand it, the loop went east from the Circle S Drive-In on South St. to Market St., up to 7th St., west to the Red Top Drive-In that used to be across from the new entrance to FMH. Then either back to Bentz St. and down to South St. to complete the loop or out U.S. 40 north to a hang-out where Mountain Motors is now located.
We cruised Central Ave. in Phoenix, with stops at Bob’s Big Boy at Thomas Rd. and Central and side trips up to South Mountain Park to (whatever we could get away with). By the time I was old enough to know better (and had a wife and kids) cruising Central was officially banned and Bob’s became a office tower and parking lot.
Man, this makes me want to crank up the old 8-track with the Box Tops or Three Dog Night blaring, circling for hours on a dollars-worth of gas, wishing for (whatever it is young men wish for—I don’t remember). I could forget $3.50+/gal. gas, $35000+ cars, $350,000+ mortgages, and just enjoy! Or worry about whatever it is young men worry about (don’t remember that, either). Let’s all go to a cruise-in or 35 this season and rekindle some of that weekend driving in circles nostalgia!
I went to high school in the early sixties and tri-five Chevys were pretty new (Moms and Dads were still using them as daily-drivers and grocery-getters). My friends with cars tended to have less exotic rides. Eddie, for instance, had a flat-head six ’53 Plymouth and his brother, a four door Ford of the same vintage. I fell out of Eddie’s car while he was doing do-nuts in the school parking lot. I don’t remember if being seen riding in that car or falling out of it was more embarrassing.
My friend Jim had several cars while we were in school. One was a ’56 Ford; a two-door hardtop with a V-8. It was also a beater with no rear shocks. Riding in that car taught me how important shock absorbers are to both ride and handling; it was unsafe at any speed! Maybe it was the experience of putting our lives on the line every time we hit the road that made us all such responsible drivers as we got older.
Another friend, Rush (not that one), seemed to have access to lots of cars. His supplier was partial to Cadillac’s and we spent a lot of time running around in them, or not (because they broke down a lot!). He had a ’30 Model A coupe with a Caddy motor and transmission. It, too, was a beater (maybe the proto-type for today’s rat rods) with orange crate seats and a vise-grip gear selector. Three guys in a Model A teaches lots about togetherness. His other Cadillacs, while not necessarily things of beauty, were definitely the class of teenage cruising vessels (when running).
Not all of the cars I remember were old or raggedy. Charlie had a ’64 Ford Galaxy two-door hardtop with that NASCAR-style fast-back roof and a dual-quad 427. I have it on good authority that car would do over 150 mph. It also took a bunch of us more than 8 hours to make a 150 mile trip in the damn thing due to a combination of Ford engineering and poverty. Charlie could barely afford to keep gas in the car and certainly couldn’t afford to keep it tuned. The radiator water tank was not part of the radiator. It mounted on top of the front of the motor and had connections to the radiator and thermostat housing that were prone to crack from vibration. Charlie’s did and, on that trip, we spent more time pouring water in the cooling system than we did traveling.
The other evening I was talking about cars and teen-agers in this neck-of-the-woods with a fellow car club member (he grew-up in Middletown). Not a lot different than from where I grew-up (Arizona) except things here were/are closer together and greener. He, too, had a story about a Model A with vise-grips and make-do (cinder block) seats. In his version the vise-grips were used to steer! One thing universal about teen-age boys; they’ve got more guts than brains (it’s a blood-flow thing).
My friend was telling me about cruising the loop in Frederick. As I understand it, the loop went east from the Circle S Drive-In on South St. to Market St., up to 7th St., west to the Red Top Drive-In that used to be across from the new entrance to FMH. Then either back to Bentz St. and down to South St. to complete the loop or out U.S. 40 north to a hang-out where Mountain Motors is now located.
We cruised Central Ave. in Phoenix, with stops at Bob’s Big Boy at Thomas Rd. and Central and side trips up to South Mountain Park to (whatever we could get away with). By the time I was old enough to know better (and had a wife and kids) cruising Central was officially banned and Bob’s became a office tower and parking lot.
Man, this makes me want to crank up the old 8-track with the Box Tops or Three Dog Night blaring, circling for hours on a dollars-worth of gas, wishing for (whatever it is young men wish for—I don’t remember). I could forget $3.50+/gal. gas, $35000+ cars, $350,000+ mortgages, and just enjoy! Or worry about whatever it is young men worry about (don’t remember that, either). Let’s all go to a cruise-in or 35 this season and rekindle some of that weekend driving in circles nostalgia!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Confessions of a Drugstore Car Guy
In the midst of watching my way thru the NFL playoffs heading for the Super Bowl, I’ve kicked my usually mild interest up a notch. That’s because, for a change, the teams involved are “real” teams, the way Chevys, Fords and Mopars are “real” cars; they’re from “back in the day!”
Like most folks I have a specific set of criteria for the “reality” of something. For music it’s the Sixties, for cars it’s ’55 thru ’72 (with certain exceptions before and since), for professional football it’s smash-mouth, blue-collar teams from rust-belt towns like Green Bay, Wisconsin or Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. So it’s kind of perfect the Steelers and Packers will meet in Super Bowl XLV, right?
The Green Bay Packers are the second oldest team in the NFL; they’ve been around since 1919 and in what became the NFL since 1921. They’ve won more league championships (12) than any other team and won the first two Super Bowls (1967 & 1968). The Steelers are the oldest team in the AFC and have been in the NFL since 1933. They have won more Super Bowls (6) than any other team.
The Packers and Steelers are to professional football what the Yankees and Cubs are to baseball, true American icons. In that regard they sit on the same shelf as the cars we love so much; Chevrolet, Ford, and Mopar are the Packers and Steelers of their league. In each of these leagues there are lots of other teams but none of the others are any more representative of what their league stands for; what we think of when we think of football or car.
If Chevrolet, Ford, Mopar are the premier teams in their league, the “57 Chevy, the ‘64½ Mustang, the ’68 Roadrunner are examples of their teams’ star players. Like their teams, these “players” are icons. Think of the football icons the Packers have given us; Vince Lombardi, Bart Starr, Ray Nitschke. Or the Steelers like Terry Bradshaw, Franco Harris, “Mean” Joe Green. Take any of these guys to a car show and I’ll bet you’d draw as big a crowd as if you showed up with a ’69 Yenko Camaro or a ’70 Hemi ‘Cuda!
Anyway, I’m pretty fired-up about a Super Bowl that features the Green Bay Packers against the Pittsburgh Steelers. Now if they could get Linda Ronstadt to sing the Star-spangled Banner, the Beach Boys for the half-time show, and play commercials about “seeing the USA in our Chevrolet” or Plymouth ads featuring the Roadrunner and Wylie Coyote, maybe I could take my mind off things I don’t understand (like I-pods, supplemental Medicare insurance, etc.) and really enjoy the game.
Oh, by the way: One of the things I don’t understand is all the fuss about us old people dragging down the economy; depending on our kids’ contributions to Social Security, etc. to fund our lavish retired lifestyles. I mean, aren’t we plowing all that pension money back into the economy? It ain’t 30 and 40-somethings buying all those resto-mod parts, putting gas in 50-year old cars with big-block, dual-quad motors, driving to Nashville just to hang out a few days then turn around and drive back.
Check out the next car show (or remember the last one); those shiny, expensive, extravagantly appointed cruisin’ vessels aren’t owned by kids. As a matter of fact, it seems to me the younger folks at car shows are the ones sportin’ the rat-rods. They’re not spending big bucks fixing up cars, they’re using left-over parts. They’re not even painting their cars!
Yes, I believe all responsible car people should do everything possible to keep the economy afloat. If it means buying the expensive billet wheels instead of repainting the stock steelies and polishing up the dog dish hub caps, do it!
Since Politics and Economics seem to be so closely related, perhaps responsible car people should think about a political party that represents their point of view; maybe a party with a shade tree for a symbol.
Like most folks I have a specific set of criteria for the “reality” of something. For music it’s the Sixties, for cars it’s ’55 thru ’72 (with certain exceptions before and since), for professional football it’s smash-mouth, blue-collar teams from rust-belt towns like Green Bay, Wisconsin or Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. So it’s kind of perfect the Steelers and Packers will meet in Super Bowl XLV, right?
The Green Bay Packers are the second oldest team in the NFL; they’ve been around since 1919 and in what became the NFL since 1921. They’ve won more league championships (12) than any other team and won the first two Super Bowls (1967 & 1968). The Steelers are the oldest team in the AFC and have been in the NFL since 1933. They have won more Super Bowls (6) than any other team.
The Packers and Steelers are to professional football what the Yankees and Cubs are to baseball, true American icons. In that regard they sit on the same shelf as the cars we love so much; Chevrolet, Ford, and Mopar are the Packers and Steelers of their league. In each of these leagues there are lots of other teams but none of the others are any more representative of what their league stands for; what we think of when we think of football or car.
If Chevrolet, Ford, Mopar are the premier teams in their league, the “57 Chevy, the ‘64½ Mustang, the ’68 Roadrunner are examples of their teams’ star players. Like their teams, these “players” are icons. Think of the football icons the Packers have given us; Vince Lombardi, Bart Starr, Ray Nitschke. Or the Steelers like Terry Bradshaw, Franco Harris, “Mean” Joe Green. Take any of these guys to a car show and I’ll bet you’d draw as big a crowd as if you showed up with a ’69 Yenko Camaro or a ’70 Hemi ‘Cuda!
Anyway, I’m pretty fired-up about a Super Bowl that features the Green Bay Packers against the Pittsburgh Steelers. Now if they could get Linda Ronstadt to sing the Star-spangled Banner, the Beach Boys for the half-time show, and play commercials about “seeing the USA in our Chevrolet” or Plymouth ads featuring the Roadrunner and Wylie Coyote, maybe I could take my mind off things I don’t understand (like I-pods, supplemental Medicare insurance, etc.) and really enjoy the game.
Oh, by the way: One of the things I don’t understand is all the fuss about us old people dragging down the economy; depending on our kids’ contributions to Social Security, etc. to fund our lavish retired lifestyles. I mean, aren’t we plowing all that pension money back into the economy? It ain’t 30 and 40-somethings buying all those resto-mod parts, putting gas in 50-year old cars with big-block, dual-quad motors, driving to Nashville just to hang out a few days then turn around and drive back.
Check out the next car show (or remember the last one); those shiny, expensive, extravagantly appointed cruisin’ vessels aren’t owned by kids. As a matter of fact, it seems to me the younger folks at car shows are the ones sportin’ the rat-rods. They’re not spending big bucks fixing up cars, they’re using left-over parts. They’re not even painting their cars!
Yes, I believe all responsible car people should do everything possible to keep the economy afloat. If it means buying the expensive billet wheels instead of repainting the stock steelies and polishing up the dog dish hub caps, do it!
Since Politics and Economics seem to be so closely related, perhaps responsible car people should think about a political party that represents their point of view; maybe a party with a shade tree for a symbol.
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