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There was an old saying, that the 1961 Plymouth sparked a whole generation of Japanese movie monsters. Apparently its influence still has a stranglehold on Japanese culture...this time with the car stylists.Saw a new base model Lexus NX in what I call "middle aged woman dark red", even more unpretty without the F-Sport gingerbread, and looks like it has a huge front overhang at some angles.
Was there ever a year where a manufacturer would offer both wide and narrow white walls? Most cars back then actually came standard with blackwalls, I believe, although the vast majority were ordered with them.
I liked "Hush...Hush..." as well. Been awhile since I've seen it though, and the only line I can remember distinctly from it would probably get this post deleted
I got to see a bit of funeral procession rudeness today. My 91 year old grandmother passed away earlier in the week, and the funeral was today. Well, the parking lot off the funeral home itself was on a dead-end street. At the intersection of the dead end street and the through road, funeral home employees, with hand-held stop signs, got out and stopped traffic as we lined up to get ready. They were queuing us up on the wrong side of the street, with the hearse a couple car lengths back from the intersection. There was a PT Cruiser, I guess to run blocker for the hearse, that was at the intersection, on the proper side of the road, and there was enough of a gap between the back of the PT Cruiser, and the front of the hearse, that a car could conceivably squeeze through.
Well, just as the procession was about to move ahead, this Subaru Forrester that was trying to make a left turn onto the street we were on, suddenly gunned ahead and almost did a kamikaze into the front of the hearse! How you can't see something that big and that black, with its lights and flashers on, and with people waving stop signs around, is beyond me. But, fortunately he stopped pretty quickly and backed up.
Then, once we were out on the road, a Honda Pilot makes a left turn, pulling out in front of the procession, but then only goes a few hundred feet up the road and stops, sort of off to the side, and someone walks up to it and gets in. The procession actually started to overtake the Pilot, and was passing around it, at a point where the road was about to widen, to two lanes in each direction, with a median strip. We were traveling pretty slow, but the PT Cruiser, and the hearse, had passed the Pilot, as it suddenly guns it and took off ahead of the procession, driving up the shoulder, which turned into a right turn lane, and made the turn a few hundred feet up the street.
But, both of those were fairly minor in the overall scheme of things, and the rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. It was a fairly short ride, through a rough neighborhood....this is in poor taste, but I almost blurted out "This is the part of America we never get to see. Look at all this plight! Are you noticing all this plight, kids? Okay, roll 'em up, roll 'em up!!"
I'll never forget one time back the summer of 2009. I drove my '76 LeMans to work that day. Well, it was a brutally hot, scorching day. Got up to about 95 degrees, and my car was out there baking on the asphalt. It started up, a bit reluctantly. Common sense would have told me to go straight home and not take any chances, but oh, no...I couldn't do that.
I drove to the liquor store after work to stock up, actually driving right past my house in the process. Loaded up for the week, and then hopped in the car, and nothing but a strained sounding click, as the starter refused to budge the flywheel. So, I called home, and one of the house mates came out to pick up me, and the booze.
Then, as if to rub salt in the wound, when I got home, there in a pile of mail was the latest issue of "Collectible Automobile" which decided that would be a good issue to spotlight the '73-77 LeMans. What impeccable timing.
We went back up to that liquor store after dark, to try and retrieve the car. It was still sweltering hot, but fortunately, the car was cooled down enough that it fired right up.
Now that I think about it, I don't think I've started my other '79 New Yorker, the blue one that sits outside yet this year. I don't know if an iPhone has enough memory to record me trying to get that sucker started, though. And I'd have to figure out how to mute the sound, because I'm sure I'd slip up and say something R-rated...
That's a good thought! I haven't tried to start the 69s this year yet, so if I'm ambitious enough, I know I have a video camera (how quaint, I know) lying around here somewhere! What's the longest video Youtube will accept?