The weather here is working against me again. I have rotors and pads and a big old tub of bearing grease, plus brake cleaner and brake fluid, all just a-rattlin' away with anticipation on a shelf in the shed. Alas, with no cover from the angry wind and rain, the Dodge will have to go without her maintenance today, and the dipso will have to find another path to worthiness. Somehow cleaning the floors just doesn't seem like an acceptable alternative. Perhaps instead a rainy walk to the bar for a PBR and a whiskey over lunch later.
"V-12, yeah. And it's been V-12 ever since we built it. Some recorded it with 8 cylinders, but it had 12 cylinders, and it's still 12 cylinders."
Maybe today I can put on my hot rod galoshes, and hope for a showdown with a wool-socks-and-sandals jalopy.
Update: Because I like to scare Buck with my new-fangled punk rocksterism, I looked this up. His favorite Hot Rod Lincoln version is Commander Cody's, which is a close second for me, behind these guys. The band is called All, one of the truly, uh, decent punk bands from my youth (formed out of one of the greats). A studio version would have been better, because it's actually really, really good, but I couldn't find one. This'll have to do.
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Today's weather sucks. No two ways about it. I'm glad I was able to replace the hub on the pickup before this set in.
And yea, Charlie probably had a garage. Of course, I have a garage too, but with 4 ladies in the house, don't think for a minute that I can actually get a car in there.
Fortunately, this is just routine stuff. Putting it off a week or two won't be dangerous. It's just that the brood has left me alone today, and it would have been the perfect time. Damned weather. At least I have my coffee, which seems to be saying something to me. Hang on...it sounds like...ah-ha!
It says "Pour whiskey in me!"
I do abide.
Sorry about the WX; glad you posted both of these vids! "Hot Rod Lincoln" has been covered by SO many good bands (Commander Cody's version is my fave) -- it's a good thing to give props to the guy who wrote it and did the original.
Enjoy that coffee! (big-ass grin goes here)
Ok, I'm down with the whiskey but PBR? In Seattle?! How post modern of you.
A guest brought over a case this summer and it took me three months to polish off that swill. No excuse for drinking bad beer in this town. I prefer my brew of a consistency in which you can pour a couple of puddles on the counter, slap on a few slices of Cotto Salami and sharp cheddar and consume it as you would a sandwich.
Mmmmm.
Mark,
If you didn't say "sharp cheddar" I might have called you elitist.
Read this for background
I like the fluffy beers, too. But when I'm on the whiskey, the whiskey needs to be carrying the team.
Point taken Andy. Perhaps my beer tastes have become incrementally over sophisticated and I am in need of a cheap beer intervention.
Don't hold me responsible as it is an illness and I will need the support of all my friends in getting through this addiction to "crafted" beers.
I know just the guys...
I'll be using that picture on your linked post by the way as my new wallpaper. Not on my computer mind you but actually, you know, on my walls. Jebus.
Oh boy... a man after my father AND brother's heart! Paling in comparison but my father just purchased a fixer-upper of the first car he ever owned - '57 Monarch. Its a beast of a car... needs lots of TLC but the bones on her are great! If my brother had his way - it would be restored into some supped up hot rod but that will be over my dad's dead body. He's only 60 yrs young so - that won't be anytime soon (hopefully).
This pink beauty is in the garage in Calgary, hiding from the prairie elements just aching to be brought to her glory days.
Not my cup-o-tea but I see how much pleasure it gives them... and all I can do when I am in town is to keep the beer in the fridge and chill the whiskey ... there's no point in fighting the testosterone induced rar rar rar that comes with it.
I just want the drive the beauty once she's road worthy.. and get them working on my '63 baby blue convertible Ford Mustang... once I buy her...
Call me crazy, but I am pretty sure that the first year for the Mustang was 64.
Well ... my dad told me the one he saw was a '63 Mustang - but I too thought the first one produced was either in '64/65... I'm a chick - I know very little about them other than I want one and it looks pretty and I would look GREAT in it!! So I am taking my dad's word for it... LOL... lets just say that it is one of the very first ones produced - and its baby powder blue... sitting in his neighbours yard.
"I'm a chick - I know very little about them other than I want one and it looks pretty and I would look GREAT in it!! So I am taking my dad's word for it"
Evil feminists everywhere are cringing.
Evil feminists are just jealous... LOL! They need to get laid a bit more often... but that's just my own personal opinion...
My wifey has a '64 Mustang GT convertible sitting in her mothers garage on Mercer Island. Custom factory gold, 289 automatic. Rally wheels. It was presented to her father for winning the 1965 Gold Cup on Lake Washington. It was left in the will to Wifey when pop crashed in '66 and her mother requisitioned it shortly thereafter as she was too young to drive. Someday it will be MINE ALL MINE!! Mine through marriage, but mine none the less. If she hasn't thrown me out by then.
Wanna hear a heart breaker Andy? He was presented a choice between the Mustang and a '64 427 Cobra and chose the pony due to the fact that he already had a 'Vette and Michelle's mother couldn't drive a stick.
That 289 is a sweet little engine, Mark.
That bit about the 427 is murder on all my man places, and thinking about it might lose me some sleep tonight.
Still, having that '64 in the garage isn't exactly a loss, is it?
She won't let me drive it Andy. It's just sitting there!
Wasting away!!
At least the miles are staying low.
Sooo... reading down thru the comments and I come upon Mark's Mustang/Cobra thing. Aiiieee!
I have a similar story; my Ol' Man was "on the bubble" and trying to decide between a 289 Cobra or a hi-po Mustang in late '65 or early '66. I went with him to Shelby's store (in Inglewood, IIRC... Dad lived in LA at the time) while he was making up his mind, and that was the deal-killer: Shelby's sales people wouldn't let him take a Cobra out for a test drive. It was "buy it and you can drive it all you want." So... he went to the Ford dealer that day and bought one of the first year fastback 'stangs. He never let ME drive it, either, which was prolly a good thing.
re: All's version of Hot Rod Lincoln. Pretty good! I wonder if The Second Mrs. Pennington has seen 'em...
Wouldn't be surprised if she has, Buck. They used to be fairly big news out there in Ft. Collins,a long with The Descendents, who naturally came first. I think they still have a recording studio out there for their label O and O Records
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