Sunday, February 8, 2009

Timeless Classics

Last night I just happened to notice another great old car parked in front of another great old house. (Either that or I traveled back in time and didn't realize it.)

12 comments:

Virginia said...

Yep and they are in there playing bridge, smoking and sipping Manhattans!
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Judy Williams said...

I do believe that is a Dodge Dart. Definitely a Chrysler product. Love the glowing light and how it reflects on the pavement.

This has such a home town feel to it. :~) I feel like I should be linking to a song.

altadenahiker said...

And eating mixed nuts; the good kind, with 40% fewer peanuts.

Yakpate said...

This is not a sleepy house where Grandma's bread is baking... this is a house where good friends have partied until dawn, some have fallen asleep on the foyer carpet, and others are still arguing about the ascendancy of dreams vs. action in the pursuit of happiness. Soon, the owner of the Dart will volunteer to make a bakery run... and when he doesn't return, party-goers will discover he has fallen asleep at the wheel without starting the engine.

With that glorious mix of gold and violet, how could it be otherwise?

San Diego Farmgirl said...

You all don't fool me. I know the Halloween house when I see it. RUN, JAMIE, RUN!!!

Judy Williams said...

Oh Pat!! I love your story. There might even be some hangers-on mixing up bloody marys in the kitchen, a bit bleary eyed but none the worse for a night of camaraderie and stimulating conversation, listening to the scratched records of the likes of Charlie Parker and Mfiles Davis. As the sun rises, the bike riding paper delivery boy whacks the driver's window with a misthrow of the paper, waking the sleeper in the car, and he awakens, thinking it was all a dream.

Pasadena Adjacent said...

Looks like my first car, a Plymoth Fury II. It was a pale shade of yellow via the services of Earl Scheib. I took it to my uncles shop in El Monte to have it serviced. When I came to pick it up, someone had thrown a balloon filled with shocking pink paint at it. Really, it was an improvement.

Yakpate said...

Judy... then somebody dares us to go to the airport for a quick, unplanned trip to Austin... where we party at the joints and go home to chocolate cake and whiskey at Dixie Jane's!

dbdubya said...

I believe Judy's correct - it's a mid-late 60's Dodge Dart.

I'm curious what everyone's first car was. Mine was a 1961 Chevrolet Impala 4-door. It was originally my grandfather's. It was white and I took it to Earl Scheib for his famount twentynine, ninetyfive paint job. I wanted it green, but it was more of a dark turquoise. So, it was known by my friend's as the Turquoise Turd.

Dixie Jane said...

So glad to be a part of this party. Whiskey and chocolate cake you say, Yak? By now it is morning. How about Bloody Marys? And chocolate cake. Whoopee!

I hate to tell you about my first car. Older'n dirt. But it made two round trips from California to Texas in the dead of summer, within six weeks....and no AC. Bags of ice on top of our heads and neck helped.

All of this because Laurie saw another old car parked in front of an old house. Laurie, you sure do get the ol' brains workin'.

Shanna said...

Wait a minute. Dixie Jane doesn't do whiskey. unless maybe it is baked into the chocolate cake. And, by the way, she makes the best chocolate cake there is. When Shanna is there, yes, we do red wine. So when are we going? Austin hosts the best thunder and lightning storms around, by the way. Nothing like it here in L.A. The word is,"If you don't like the weather in Texas, just wait a minute."

Laurie said...

HEy kiddos,

I love this narrative. All I gotta say is that if you end up at Dixie's for cake and whiskey, you might just stay up all night laughing yourselves silly and NEED those morning bloody marys!

Dbdubya, my first car was a 1976 Plymouth Duster in spangly powder blue with whitewalls, a mini "sport" steering wheel and white vinyl seats. The shocks were completely shot, making all bumpy roads an adventure with accompanying noise somewhere between a donkey bray and someone sawing a trombone in half. My sister Judy helped me buy it for $500 in the mid 80s. It looked, to me, like a Barbie car. I put a big, plastic sunflower on the antenna. We named it Mrs. Nertz -- a name that would require way too much explanation at this late hour.

Come on, people -- I want to hear your car stories, too!

Thanks for all the great storytelling today, people. Until tomorrow...