An Indy 500 Memorial Day race salute to Eddie Rickenbacker from #DavesCarIDService. He was America's greatest race car driver / war hero, going from a driving in the first Indy 500 in 1911 to becoming America's #1 flying ace in WW1.
L: 1914 Duesenberg-Mason
R: SPAD fighter
While Rickenbacker never won the Indy 500, he owned Indy Motor Speedway 1927-45. Did I mention he received 8 Flying Crosses, a Medal of Honor, started the Rickenbacker car co, President of Eastern Airlines, and survived 23 days on a life raft in the Pacific after a plane crash?
So, sorry beer commercial guy, that there's the real Most Interesting Man In The World.
Before diving into today's batch of car IDs, another gentle reminder to please follow the guidelines (which many of you continue to flout):
Let's not forget what Memorial Day is really about, though: those like Great Uncle Al who gave their life for America. Here standing alongside a 1936 Chevrolet Standard 2 door Coach.
And my grandma's cousin Frank Stebner, who lost his life on the USS Ingraham in 1942. His brother Billy, who I knew, later became a B17 crew member. Here they are in Iowa with a 1940 Chevrolet coupe prior to Frank shipping out.
As I've noted before, Italian-Americans and their cars are among my favorite car ID requests, and this is Exhibit A. Dapper paisanos Enzo & Reno are giving Rudolf Valentino a run for his money with this 1928-29 Ford Model A roadster.
Dad looking like a member of the Hi-Los in crew cut, skinny tie and plaid sports coat, with his 1954 Chevy 210 Deluxe wearing custom hubcaps (probably from JC Whitney).
*If you're unfamiliar with The Hi-Lo's, educate yourself because those mofos could harmonize
And Grandpa Bayard here with his handsome 1936 Chevy shop truck. If 1935, it must have been very late in the year and truck brand spanking new. It appears his shop at 1120 W. Pico is now a parking lot for the LA Convention Center and Staples Center.
Holy smokes! Great Auntie is all smiles in a 1951-53 Jaguar XK120 FHC (fixed head coupe), which someone has customized with a chrome vent door and side trim from (I think) a 1954 Buick.
BTW, not the first Jag XK120 -54 Buick mashup custom I've seen. Barry Goldwater(!) had a 53 Jag XK120 customized by George Barris(!) using bits of a 54 Buick; it's now awaiting restoration at my pal Dave Shuten's shop.
I really hate being stumped, especially when it's a great photo like this one. Closest I can guess is a ~1917 Willys Knight phaeton, but it ain't. Will pin for further research and invite fellow old car students to crowdsource.
*I will of course acknowledge a solid ID here, and award the ID-er with the Dave's Car ID Service Order of Merit. But the car is a rarity and definitely not one of the usual suspects, so please spare us your mOdEL t and sTaNLeY sTeaMEr wild guesses
J.P. Morgan has jumped from a top hat-wearing robber baron-worthy 1912ish Packard Model 30, ready to thwack the photographer with his diamond tipped swagger stick.
Another stumper, but will say gasoline b/c of the primitive radiator on front; "quadracyle" was just an early alt name for "car." Also, pretty sure it's a bike retail shop, not factory. Early car dealers often began as bike dealer. 1/2
Closest I got is ~1902 Stevens-Duryea, but no cigar; cars 1890s-1905 are very hard to nail down due to the large number (400+) of car biz startups. This runabout is interesting in that it has wheel (rather than tiller) steering, radiator, and wood spoke wheels.
Man, I am slogging through some toughies today, but I think I got this one figured out: Grandpa wasn't on safari in a non-US vehicle, but a 1936ish Packard 120B roadster. Pic look quite a bit earlier than 50s-60s.
Keep those family photos with cars coming, and I'll do my level best to get 'em ID'd. But now it's time to knock off a few mystery wilderness heaps and street finds, starting with this 1940-47 Dodge pickup.
Yes ma'am, that's a pretty darn rare 1939 Hayes-bodied Chrysler coupe. Hayes Corp of Grand Rapids MI built these for Chrysler 1939, one year only, distinguished from stock coupes by bigger back seat and split rear window.
A 1980ish Avanti II replica, the first of several attempt to resurrect the beautiful Raymond Loewy-designed 1963 Studebaker Avanti that died with Studebaker Co.
1928-29 Ford Model A phaeton, and I believe Mr @ARTofCOOP would be quite delighted if you broke in there, removed the right side rear door and sent it to him.
1951 Mercury Deluxe coupe with Appleton spotlights. 49-51 Mercs were a bit pricier, powerful, and stylish than the Fords they shared most innards with, but yes, definitely a working class car.
Gotta close out soon, but with more about the legend of Eddie Rickenbacker: how's this for a family story? Eddie was no slouch mechanic himself - his first ride in a race car was as onboard mechanic on a Firestone-Columbus, 1906 Vanderbilt Cup, age 16.
Eddie un-Germanized his name Rickenbacher to Rickenbacker, prompting his engineer kin Adolf to follow suit- and then went on to invent the first electric guitar, the Rickenbacker 'Frying Pan.' Rickenbacker Guitars went on to supply the 60s rock with its jingle jangle.
Last but not least, Eddie R had an Iowa connection, working for the Duesenberg brothers in Des Moines to design the Mason race car. He was appointed as team driver, and his first big win ($10k) was at the 4th of July 1914 race in my home town of Sioux City.
That's it for today folks. Have a great rest of your weekend and Happy Motoring!
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*Dustin Hoffman as Benjamin Braddock in "The Graduate" (1968), driving a 1966 Alfa Romeo Spider Mk1, aka Duetto. Sort of the quintessential Joe College car of the late 60s-70s.
Before matriculating to today's IDs, don't forget to study the entry exam:
How much more Texan could this be? The answer is none, none more Texan. Cowboy Gramps is showing off his rodeo prize 1955-56 Dodge C1B pickup in this amazing picture; the little script emblem says "Job-Rated" btw.
Back in '20 I was just a naive antiseptic wipe, fresh from the factory, when I got my Walmart warehouse draft notice. When I shipped out over the scanner, I was full of bravado and ready to clean out some anuses. But nothing can prepare you for what it's like in the real shit.
*this thread best experienced while listening to "Fortunate Son"