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Showing posts with label unusual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unusual. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I love finding that there are more cool old cars to learn of for the first time, here's a 1959 Willy’s Jeep FC 170
0 comments Posted by andre at 8:33 AM
I've never seen one live or in a photo, I have no idea why this is so, I've love one of these for a work truck! It'd grab attention like a crocodile in a crowded room.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Most unusual license plate on the back of this Whizzer, how often do you see one?
0 comments Posted by andre at 9:32 PM
Reminds me of the license plate on the Custer motorized wheelchair: http://justacarguy.blogspot.com/search/label/Custer%20Car
Yes, that is "Hello Kitty" tread. Sad, very sad.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Cool stuff in the used parts area. (I deliberately refuse to call it swap meet)
0 comments Posted by andre at 8:46 PM
I forgot to ask what the above was for, looks like a possible oil pouring pitcher
From a 1946 Nash, and the seller wanted 3 times too much
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
From the LIFE archives
1937 or '38 Hunt House car, also called the Turtle by some.
1971 Starstreak motorhomeThursday, January 28, 2010
Dual Ghia in the classifieds, and Hoagy Carmichael was selling it
0 comments Posted by andre at 11:46 PM
More on Dual Ghia's later, but quickly, they were Chrysler Fire Arrow's offspring, built in Italy the slow way, by hand, and imported for sale into America by the Dual Motors company which had been making military vehicles during WW2.
But what caught my eye was Hoagy. John Lennon called Hoagy his favorite songwriter.
Hoagy had composed a lot of great stuff and lived for decades on the royalties. Georgia On my Mind (famous for Ray Charles), Stardust(famous for Bing Crosby), and my fun favorite: the 1943 song "I'm a Cranky Old Yank in a Clanky Old Tank on the Streets of Yokohama with my Honolulu Mama Doin' Those Beat-o, Beat-o Flat-On-My-Seat-o, Hirohito Blues"
Yeah, the stuff that clanks around in my head waiting for something to loose it, no wonder I can't recall a thing, too many odd bits already have filled my memory ability to absorb anything new.
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