Aw, dang. A very wistful RIP to Raquel Welch, who left an indelible impression on my youth. To follow, a short #DavesCarIDService thread dedicated to her:
Raquel Tejada (her maiden name) regally waving as San Diego County Fair Queen in a 1959 Ford Galaxie 500 convertible.
*she married (and quickly divorced) her high school sweetheart James Welch, but kept the name for the rest of her life.
Pre-film fame, as a trophy queen at Southern California race tracks, congratulating a very luck Bob O'Leary and his victorious Kurtis Offy sprint car.
Behind the wheel of a small block Chevy-powered T-bucket hot rod, circa 1965.
Holy moly. Raquel with a 1960 Chevy Corvette.
1967, with her film career in full swing: with a 1965 Ferrari 275 GTS, and yep, this car she actually owned.
That Ferrari deserves another look.
With a 1968ish Volvo P1800S coupe.
One more; Raquel with a 1968ish Piaggio Vespa Super 150.
Farewell, you goddess, you will be missed.
correction - driver pictured here is Don Cameron, who drove the Bob O'Leary Kurtis-Offy. 1958, Balboa Stadium Speedway San Diego.
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This is like having $100k of credit card debt, canceling your Netflix subscription, and then celebrating your newfound fiscal restraint by going on a Disney Cruise
Nobody who thinks they deserve this free $5000 from Uncle Sugar has never in their life paid $5000 in federal income tax
Since I left many moons ago, many of the schools in the Old Country have closed/consolidated. Back in the day, Cooper DeJean's alma mater was 3 different schools: Odebolt-Arthur, Battle Creek, and Ida Grove. Now all consolidated as OABCIG.
Everly, Iowa HS closed and consolidated with another district, thereby depriving American sports of one of the best nicknames ever: the Cattlefeeders. Their girls' teams were the Cattlefeederettes.
For every yin there's a yang. Yesterday's #DavesCarIDService indulged in some balmy tropical midcentury ad escapism from the frigid temps. But there are some hardy insane people who actually embrace this suck, so as a thematic bookend I offer some more ad images that put a happy face on the nonsense.
First up: a 1957 Oldsmobile 98 Fiesta coupe, the same car seen in yesterday's thread starter luxuriating in seaside splendor.
Me, I lean 100% to picture #2. Whatever cold-hardened Teutonic-Viking-Midwestern blood ever once coursed through my veins has been utterly diluted by years of wimpy Texas winters. Even in Texas though there are those who can't wait for a ski getaway to the Colorado slopes (often to the chagrin of Coloradans).
Looks like this goo-goo eyed couple is headed for hot cocoa at the lodge in a 1960 Dodge Dart Phoenix.
Go have your fun winter-lovers, whether it's at Mt Stowe in a 1960 Studebaker Lark wagon (1), Sun Valley in a 1966 Mercury Park Lane (2) or some Disneyesque winter time fantasyland in a 1947 Ford (3). I know the whole Donner Party saga, so I'll be happily holed up inside on the couch watching football.