31 thoughts on “If anyone’s wondering what to get me for Christmas this year, here’s a hint”
The sensational Inter began life as the 49th of 73 examples built, completing assembly in late summer of 1952 as chassis no. 0233 EU (in one of the earliest uses of the EU suffix, presaging the forthcoming Europa model). Intended as a show car, the chassis was sent to Ghia in Turin and clothed with one-off coachwork, featuring many of the design cues common to the firm’s Virgil Exner collaborations of the era. The elegant fender and front-fascia treatments echo similar cues found on show cars like the Ghia GS1 and Chrysler D’Elegance. Like those luxury models, the Ferrari was trimmed with a particularly sumptuous interior that abounded in thoughtful ergonomic details, like folding window winders to ease exit and entry and driving comfort, as well as a thickly padded console armrest.
Three versions of the song "My Walking Stick". You may think me clever enough to have used them to allude to Bobby "Three Sticks" Mueller.
[ you would be wrong, but it would be nice if someone thought I was that clever ]
My dad bought the sister version of these pence of shits called the Hornet. The engine blew in the first few thousand miles. He couldn't get rid of that thing fast enough and bought a Gran Torino. AMC was a horrible company. If the Dotard ran a car company…wait wasn't that a Romney Co.?
I spent a year renting a room in a former brothel in Pacifica. The property had a bar on the corner (long since torn down) and a 5-room "motel" behind it. Used to be called the "Green Door", named after the [song] of the same name.
My father became a Seeburg jukebox technician when he got back from Korea. He installed the guts of a 100-side box in our attic, and that song was in heavy rotation for a spell.
The tunes were piped into the living room. This was years before we got a TV. We were a little behind, but I got a good musical indoctrination early. That song came out in 1956, and Dad got kicked out in 57. The jukebox disappeared sometime after, not sure of its disposition.
I had a link to a wonderful article in old Road & Track, where Henry Manney, their greatest-ever writer, visits a concours of Morgans, but the internet has swallowed it whole. It's a glorious marque, starting with motorcycles, then 3-wheelers, now "modern" cars that are distinctly British.
Who stole whose grill treatment?
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One of my 1st cars was a 52 MG-TD. Cute, but not very dependable.
1958 Chrysler Dual-Ghia prototype…krill-hungry!
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My first wheels were attached to 1962 MG Midget. Also not reliable, although I did drive it from Chicago to LA in 1970 and made it without incident.
I tried to squeeze into a Midget a friend of mine was selling recently. Not a chance. Too bad, it was an excellent bargain.
Wire wheels? Has he still got it?
Wires, yes. Also gone quickly. At $1200, it wasn't gonna last.
Just as well…I don't have any place to park it.
It's good to be a dictator <img src="http://i63.tinypic.com/t5q1bc.jpg"/>
Was wondering if his ownership was a selling point in that description.
Mod Alert. Three walking sticks waiting for posting privileges.
Now I want to see the walking sticks. Or is it a joke? Like "three sticks walk into a bar…"
Three versions of the song "My Walking Stick". You may think me clever enough to have used them to allude to Bobby "Three Sticks" Mueller.
[ you would be wrong, but it would be nice if someone thought I was that clever ]
Update from friends traveling in Chile
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pisco
Had many an enjoyable |Pisco sour| in Peru, even though they take forever to make because of the whipped egg white.
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My ex's first husband bought one of these new in 1970, although not the sporty "X" model. And dig those traction bars on the leaf springs!
My dad bought the sister version of these pence of shits called the Hornet. The engine blew in the first few thousand miles. He couldn't get rid of that thing fast enough and bought a Gran Torino. AMC was a horrible company. If the Dotard ran a car company…wait wasn't that a Romney Co.?
All you really need's an electric motor and a storage device.
Borked link.
I spent a year renting a room in a former brothel in Pacifica. The property had a bar on the corner (long since torn down) and a 5-room "motel" behind it. Used to be called the "Green Door", named after the [song] of the same name.
Whoa. Cool. Didn't know that one.
My father became a Seeburg jukebox technician when he got back from Korea. He installed the guts of a 100-side box in our attic, and that song was in heavy rotation for a spell.
Not seeing any ash in this pic…is it all a myth about Moggies?
Something you're building?
Cool, I hope.
Was he hip to the rockrollabilly or put it up there so the kids would go up there out of sight and hearing..?
The tunes were piped into the living room. This was years before we got a TV. We were a little behind, but I got a good musical indoctrination early. That song came out in 1956, and Dad got kicked out in 57. The jukebox disappeared sometime after, not sure of its disposition.
Wow! Kit?
Beautiful. Steam-bent, one imagines.
I had a link to a wonderful article in old Road & Track, where Henry Manney, their greatest-ever writer, visits a concours of Morgans, but the internet has swallowed it whole. It's a glorious marque, starting with motorcycles, then 3-wheelers, now "modern" cars that are distinctly British.
So very proper.