Now boarding at Gate 1, it's time to fly the friendly skies of #DavesCarIDService!
And you all should immediately recognize a 1963 Chevy Corvette Sting Ray split window coupe, and the real life Jetsonian LAX Theme Building by Pereira & Luckman (1957-61).
*Speaking of LAX, I will be in SoCal next weekend (but via the much more human-friendly Burbank airport) & taking a break from ID duties. This I will dispense with the normal jibber jabber and get right to the IDs.
But first let's all recite the car ID pledge:
I will tag my ID requests #DavesCarIDService
I will use the tag only for my old family pics or wilderness & street sightings, and refrain from stupid LOL crap
I will remain patient
I will STFU about politics in Dave's car ID threads
And right away Erica has to be the class hashtag clown, but I let it slide because of the awesome Kodachrome film quality and special car, a 1962 Pontiac Tempest LeMans of "My Cousin Vinny" fame.
*This car featured the all aluminum 215 "Baby Nailhead" V8 that would later be used in British Rovers.
And yes I know the pivotal car in My Cousin Vinny was a 1963 Tempest, but the 62 also had an independent rear suspension, albeit without PosiTrac.
Sometimes it take a while to get a solid ID because of rarity, but I am pleased and confident in informing you that Grandpa Vogrin's car was a circa 1917 Apperson Chummy Roadster.
*that style of car - an open roadster with a small back seat and a small bustle rear - is call a "chummy" because you could squeeze a few extra pals in it.
Sudan - gateway to Muleshoe and the greater Clovis-Farwell Metroplex!
Gilbert & Shell are on the West Texas plains with a 1936 Chevy sedan & 1930 Dodge in #1, and in #2 a 1958 Buick, the chromiest chromed land yacht to ever emanate from Detroit.
*Euro cars are not my strong suit, so I will put out the bat signal to my go-to Euro car guru @Harry_Bergeron
By day, Air Force MP Mr Gutowski the Elder kept wayward flyboys in line with his Jeep CJ 2A; on weekends, pantsless motorcycling on (I think) a 1952ish Triumph. And he never took off his Ray-Ban Aviators.
*my only misgiving on the bike ID is the left side brake drum; possible image reversal?
And how about that for some 150-proof swagger?
The 2 gents in the top picture are aside a 1951 Plymouth sedan, but I'm afraid I'll have to forfeit the points on the bus; Possibly a body made by Wayne or Bluebird.
Sorry for the long delay on this, I can tell you the subject of Grandpa's photo here was a circa 1918 Cadillac Type 57 sedan; the Cadillac 57 giveaway is the horn on lower driver side near running board.
*the reason I admonish folks not to use the hashtag for off topic stuff is that it pushes neat-o content like this down in the search results, making it harder for me to find it.
There's a delightful cultural Easter Egg in this photo: behind your 2 lovely ancestors are 2 versions of 1938 Oldsmobiles. Left, a 4 door humpback, right a 2 door slantback. Given it's Gary IN, maybe one of 'em belonged to Ralphie's dad?
*Hart-Parr would later rebrand as Oliver, and their Canadian version would have the giggle-inducing brand Cockshutt.
By Grabthar's hammer, I will one day make a hot rod with a Cockshutt grille.
Miss Cara's family archives have provided some top notch ID content over the years, and no exception here. Same 2 cars in #1-#3, and prominent one in #1 is a circa 1917 Chevy 490. The other (I think) is a 1917ish Overland roadster, but not 100% sure.
Oddly enough I'm a little more sure of the buggy in #4, which I believe is a circa 1895 Studebaker Bros.
Yep, Studebaker made wagons and buggies long before they made cars; ever further back before the Civil War.
Me likey some vintage motorcycle mamas, like this bad girl escaping over the state line aboard a 1936-41 Harley Davidson EL Knucklehead bobber. Bobbers were the original choppers, removing or "bobbing" useless heavy bits like fenders & such.
This is such a fantastic shot of the old Ventura Highway, I'm somewhat bummed I can only give a loose conjecture that Grandpa's truck was a circa 1924 Brockway.
Enough visible behind Maw Maw for me to narrow down to a 1932 GM Fisher body sedan (Chevy, Oakland/Pontiac, Olds, or Buick), but one on right is beyond my meager ID powers.
Sure, the 1920s-60s photos are great, but how about those sleazy 70s? Especially at the Jersey Shore with a panoply of vinyl-roofed GM pimpmobiles like the 1973 Chevy Monte Carlo & 76 Pontiac Grand Prix. Yonder: 71 Pontiac Bonneville, 74-76 Olds Toronado.
You can almost see a carload of polyester mustachioed detectives powerslide into the driveway and pull their guns on Mom while yelling "freeze, turkey!"
Yikes! Another correction is in order. Brain not worky today, I sentence myself to 40 lashes with an alternator belt.
Sorry folks, afraid I have a hard stop now. Keep those great pix coming, and I will see you back here Feb 12 for more adventures in car mysteries. Until then, Happy Motoring!
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I in no way have every claimed particular expertise in car IDs, I know countless people who easily put me to shame in that area. I'm just an enthusiastic amateur.
A happy belated Paul Newman Birthday from #DavesCarIDService. Born 1/26/1926, shown here in 1953 at the dawn of his stage acting career in "Picnic," atop the hood of a 1953 Dodge Coronet. Yep, it has a Hemi (the small cube Dodge Red Ram hemi, but a hemi nonetheless).
Newman is on the Mount Rushmore (along with McQueen, Garner, and Dean) of Hollywood actor / racing drivers, and the only one to have a win at LeMans. Took 1st the IMSA GTX class and 2nd overall in 1979, with teammates Dick Barbour & Rolf Stommelen, in a Porsche 935.
Yep, he was 53 at the time, ancient for a LeMans driver. Newman got into racing comparatively late in life, and threw himself into it with passion and dedication. No mere racing hobbyist, he worked his way up the class ladder, earning the respect of fellow drivers.
I can only describe RRR as an all-singing, all-dancing, all-eviscerating Gandhi meets Inglorious Basterds meets Bravehart meets You Got Served meets Michael Bay explosion fest meets Passion of the Christ musical bromance extravaganza
I demand that we take every last cent out of Hollywood and give it to India, those mfs know how to make a movie
I guess an equivalent US movie would have Benjamin Franklin riding piggyback on George Washington, who's running full sprint, screaming and kung fu fighting and throwing exploding bears at Redcoats, and then they have a techno dance-off while whipping each other
Imagine being a lobbyist at Georgetown cocktail party with all your former White House alums, and they're all bragging up their personal collections of classified documents and whatnot, and you're just standing there like a total classified-document-less loser
"Well enough about us, how about you Dave? How's that new lobbying job? What classified documents did you take?"
"Uhh... well um hey guys would love to tell you all about it but dang told the babysitter we'd be home by 830, bye"