Happy 100th birthday to Lincoln Motors from #DavesCarIDService! 1. 1928 Model K sport coupe 2. 1939 Zephyr 3. 1956 Continental (briefly its own brand; did not carry Lincoln name at time, but innards are Lincoln) 4. 1961 Continental
*Lincoln was acquired by Ford in Feb 1922, but was founded in 1917 to make Liberty V12 aircraft engines for WW1. After the war they retooled for cars, producing only a handful before bankruptcy and getting sold to Ford.
It was tale of Henry Ford's revenge over Henry Leland.
**Ford started the Henry Ford Co (not Ford Motor Co). in 1901; it went bust in 1902.
Leland bought Ford's assets, and created Cadillac.
Leland sold Cadillac to GM in 1909, remained at GM until his ouster in 1917.
Leland created Lincoln, went bust, and Ford got his revenge.
Leland was an interesting guy, and fairly old when the car industry was born. Lincoln was so-named because Honest Abe was his first presidential vote. Also invented the electric barber clippers and the electric starter (with Kettering).
Here he is with a 1906 Caddy Model M.
Before diving into today's batch of car mysteries, I again implore you to affix the #DavesCarIDService hashtag to your ID requests. It's how I keep track, and I'd hate to miss any of those swell old family album photos.
I usually start off with some ancient photos from 1910s-1930s, but it's hard to beat late '70s OPEC crisis party girls. These foxes have a 1975-79 Oldsmobile Omega coupe behind them.
Nothing says 1970s like striped Adidas, knee socks, and a multi-earth toned shag-carpeted 1971-74ish Dodge B200 window van. Please tell me it had an avocado or harvest gold mini beer fridge.
Enough of the shag carpet 70s, it's time to get back to the bread & butter of this here car ID service. These folks are ready to cruise Frankfort in a 1926-27 Willys Whippet roadster.
Baby's got back! These two Depression era gals are showing off their assets in front of a 1935 Oldsmobile touring sedan, with plenty of room for junk in the trunk.
*I briefly considered apologizing for those puns, but you know what? I said what I said.
I am informed by my wife that you ladyfolk admire a man's hindquarters as well, so he're one for you. Car is a toughie, but I suspect a 1937-38 Studebaker coupe.
and he chose a fine one, 1965 Chevy Impala Sport Coupe. Later on, high schoolers by the millions jacked these babies up with air shocks and shiny Cragar S/S mags.
Like movies with strobe effects, these kind of photos should come with warnings for us car OCD sufferers. I'll do the nearest row, L-R: 53-54 Ford wagon, 51 Chevy Styleline sedan, 49-51 Ford woody wagon, 53-54 Chevy 2 dr sedan.
Spectacular photo of Granddad fishtailing up... Pike's Peak maybe? Gotta say car ID is a challenge, but I'm about 89.46% sure it's a 1933 Hudson or Essex convertible.
The bathing beauty legshow continues with this spectacular shot, with a live hood ornament no less, atop a 1927 Cadillac phaeton. Love to have more info about the backstory here.
Time to move on to various street and wilderness and underwater finds.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake it is said never give up her dead
Like this '57 210 wagon from Chevy
Yessir, nicely customized 1953 Studebaker Starliner, though "restomod" is kind of a cringe phrase for me. "NSRA" is for National Street Rod Association.
Well ain't that a fine how do you do: a rare 1931-32 Auburn 8-98 Sedan. It's been street rodded underneath, but the body is genuine Auburn steel; nobody makes replicas of these.
*My dream job is to be a movie consultant who hangs around the set drinking beer and yelling at the director every time there's an automotive anachronism
I started today with Lincolns, and so I must end today with Lincolns. This one is a pimp-o-licious 1977-79 Continental Mark V, perhaps even the swanky Givenchy Edition.
*one more thing: a lot of you tweeted at me about "Hot Rod Lincoln," but that car really wasn't a Lincoln; it was a Ford Model A with a Lincoln V12 motor. A real car, too - built by Charlie Ryan (who also wrote the song), and restored by a pal in Chicago.
I think the Fightin' 101st Tire Slashers may need a little training before we send 'em in
Once we slash the tires and empty the fuel tanks, how do we remove the trucks? Easy, put on a Harvard Hogwarts robe, wave your wand, and cast the ol' "Truckus Removem" spell
Sure farm life *sounds* good, but nobody ever warns you about the non-stop backbreaking labor involved in maintaining a herd of two cows on a vast five acre ranch
"And God said, 'I need someone to get up before dawn, fix their hair and makeup, put on a rugged designer Carhartt jacket, take a selfie in the morning sunrise with a cow, and IG that bitch before 8am.' And so God made an influencer." - Paul Harvey
Quick note to anyone who now regrets buying a cow farm because it looks romantic and fun on Instagram: you don't have to pet them and change their litterboxes