Today's episode of #DavesCarIDService is brought to you by the all new 1952 Dodge Coronet. Bring your friends to your local Dodge dealer and take one out for the blindfold test!
*yes, it's a parody, but based on a real Dodge ad.
As we begin our Sunday services, let us car ID seekers open our hymnals to page one and join in the old familiar I Will Follow Thy Guidelines Dave:
Always happy to help local history museums; the newest vehicle visible here is the pickup, a 1958-59 Chevy (or GMC) Fleetside, so possible pre-statehood. And I feel I should visit the Sky Bowl in Soldotna Alaska and roll a few frames.
The car is a 1953 Ford Customline, but the star here is the lovely house. Florida maybe? I used to fantasize about living someplace with palm trees during the Iowa blizzards of my youth.
You're traveling through another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey in a wondrous car whose boundaries are that of imagination. There's a signpost up ahead- your next stop: the 1939 Studebaker Commander Zone
Oh, there's nothing halfway
About the Iowa way to treat you
When we treat you
Which we may not do at all.
There's an Iowa kind,
A kind-a chip-on-the-shoulder attitude,
We've never been without that we recall.
Man this is a tough one. Pic may be 1914 but I'm pretty sure Great Gramps' touring car was at least a few years old. I'll take a stab at ~1911 Buick Model 33 but not a lot of confidence.
*by 1912 pretty much every touring car had front doors, with the exception of Ford Model T and this isn't one. Henry Ford was miserly when it came to production cost, and even when side doors were added to the T the driver's "door" was only ornamental and didn't actual open.
Ol' Texas cowhand Hap drove a 1968 Pontiac Bonneville 4 door hardtop, and wasn't afeard of any dang rattlesnake.
Unk's Olds ragtop was a mighty 1970-72 442; blur makes specific year difficult. The Olds Cutlass 442 option wasn't an engine, it stood for 4 barrel/ 4 speed/ dual exhaust. A very collectible car today, especially the 455 cubic inch W-30 version.
*I apologize for the sometimes lengthy delay in getting to ID request, and appreciate your patience. It would help greatly if more of you followed the guidelines.
Another spectacular Texas image from our old amigos at @TracesofTexas: Center car is a 1949-50 Pontiac, to its right are 49 Olds, 46-48 Ford, 50 Packard & 49-51 Ford; to left 3 straight 46-48 Chevys. Squint hard, maybe you can see 9 year old Janis Joplin.
The two pace cars are rather spectacular specimens: a 1940-41 Graham Hollywood, and a 1930-34 American Austin Bantam roadster. The small race cars were known as Midgets, a minor league driver's stepping stone to racing at Indy.
If the Graham reminds you of Gordon Buehrig's 810/812 "coffin nose" Cord, it's not a coincidence; Graham (of Evansville IN) bought the tooling from the defunct Auburn-Cord-Duesenberg empire in 1938. Alas, by 1941 Graham too was out of the car biz.
*I have a 1938-41 Graham Hollywood supercharger somewhere in my parts pile, one of the weirder car items I own. HMU if you need one.
Here's another midget racer, a late 1930s Kurtis Kraft. Midgets were often powered by Ford V8 60 motors, occasionally an exotic Offy. And those are the most well dressed people I've ever seen at a dirt track.
Earliest this could be is the extremely late 1940s, after September 1949; car in the lower right is a 1950 Mercury coupe. The car with split wraparound rear window is a 1948-49 Studebaker, and in front of it is a 1949-50 Ford.
*The occasion would have been the delightfully named California Raisin Day Classic, an annual car race that initially took place on shut down public highways.
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as an aside, car IDing is increasingly the main (or only) reason I'm still on Twitter. It makes me happy, and seems to make other people happy regardless of their politics. A shit-ton more personal satisfaction than dishing out a viral sick burn or whatnot.
I would pay good money for some woke grievance studies major from Ithaca College to go into Jesse Colunga's lowrider shop in East Austin and explain that they're now all Latinxes
Properly understood, this is a modern day version of colonialism / cultural imperialism, plied by a priestly caste imposing proper language on the benighted natives over whom they assume reign. The Woke Man's Burden, if you will.
By my count I've got Executive, Legislative, Judicial, CDC, Twitter, Randi Weingarten, Amtrak, NPR, and Hair Club For Men, let me know if I'm forgetting anyone
If they ever do a reboot of Schoolhouse Rock, it's gonna be really fucking complicated