Ya know...yesterday I was tinkering on the "A" and decided to take it for a little shakedown. Just as I was going down my driveway a guy in a yellow, chopped '34 3 window drives by. I rip out of the driveway and follow him for at least 25 mins until I get an opportunity to pull up next to him. Several thumbs up and such. He's owned it for 42 years. Kinda street roddy though so I didn't ask him to pull over for a photo op. Pissed at myself for that cuz it was a little beat up looking, like he really did own it for 42 years so it really was kinda cool. The big fat radials on the back and the SBC in the front kinda turned me off, but I'm pissed at myself for not asking him to pull over for some BS and pics. After all, it is my favorite hot rod platform of all time and I know I will NEVER be able to afford one. I'll just have to settle on my lowly "A" with the flathead in it. Life is tough. Haha. Andy
don't know the car but a friend of mine wrote about his adventures driving a 61 chevy pickup from Marfa to n.y.c.........on back roads [except for a hysterical account of a crazy, traffic/economy slowing trip on a construction altered to one lane, highway] f'n funny. “It’s situated in one of the least populated sections of the contiguous United States, known locally as el despoblado (the uninhabited place), a twelve-hour car-and-plane trip from the east coast, and seven from the west. It is nowhere near any interstates, major cities, or significant non-military airfields; it hosts an active population of dangerous animals and insects (a gas station clerk died of a spider bite the summer I first visited); and its 2,424 inhabitants represent the densest concentration of people in a county that covers over 6,000 square miles—an area larger than the states of Connecticut and Rhode Island combined. The isolation is such that if you laid out the islands of the Hawaiian archipelago, and the deep ocean channels that separate them, on the road between Marfa and the East Texas of strip shopping and George Bush Jr., you’d still have 100 miles of blank highway stretching away in front of you.” from Sean Wilsey's book "more curious".
One road trip everyone needs to take once in your life. Is US90 between Del Rio, TX and Van Horn, TX. Just remember to fill up the gas tank when you can and don't go in the summer.
yep, have regrets for not stopping to take pics of unique roadside encounters - was just in New Mexico traveling outside Roswell
Close, but no cigar. 1. The first gen Thunderbird 2. The Thunderbird was painted Wimbleton White and featured archaic flames 3. The stance was athletic. 4. The wheels were chromed… and the tires were appropriately sized big…
I know this is ridiculous... But I'm gonna stick this one for a while. I really want to find this car.
I feel your pain! On my road trip last year I was passing through Spencer, Iowa and spotted a nicely done mild kustom '55 or '56 Chevy(my memory is failing me but I'm pretty sure it was a '55) parked off the main drag and didn't stop, even contemplated turning around and going back for a quick picture but decided against it. I've been kicking myself ever since!
You might have better luck with an appropriately titled thread rookie.................someone with a little internet experience or their own website would know this.
My first time, I remember thinking outside El Paso, It can't get much worse. Then I got to Van Horn and sure as heck it did !
I was thinking the same thing.......but didn't know how to put it into words so eloquently.....thanks Muttley
To be fair that isnt the title of a thread it's the title of the article featured on the journal and this is more or less the comments section of said article.
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