since the current owner found the obit of Doug, mentioning that Marianne and her son were nearby, 300 miles away, they arranged a meet up so she could experience a reunion with her favorite car, nearly 4 decades after parting ways.
Saturday, November 13, 2021
I love a car reunion with it's original owners story, this 67 BMW 2000 was bought at the factory in Munich, by Doug and Marianne Linder, and then they toured Europe in it. They sold it in 82, and it's current owner was curious and searched for it's original owners
since the current owner found the obit of Doug, mentioning that Marianne and her son were nearby, 300 miles away, they arranged a meet up so she could experience a reunion with her favorite car, nearly 4 decades after parting ways.
Friday, November 12, 2021
the Warthog from Halo, the Hoonigans built it for a promotional event for the new game (thank you tot he many people who commented to let me know!)
nice Manx, interesting color choices, and matching interior
It seems strange to see upholstery with a design, now that all interiors seem to be a single boring color
Skip the first 33 seconds, and turn up the speakers
https://www.goodwood.com/grr/race/historic/2021/11/video-this-ford-galaxie-is-loud-enough-to-start-landslides
Thursday, November 11, 2021
here's a great couple of stories from High Seas Drifter, about his grandfather, which he just told me, and is a great tip of the hat to veterans, crafty, clever, and damn fun
So on my grandfather's passed away now, but on his block way back when there was one of THOSE guys. Always got the best car, newest power tool, most awesome lawn mower etc etc etc. Guy bragged about absolutely everything! The neighbors universally despised this guy.
For instance his mower, according to him, was the finest most powerful mower ever created, and he just couldn't wait to get out and show the block how it was done. So every Saturday morning grandpop and his friends would hustle over to this man's house and mow it before he could get up.
The guy eventually sold the mower and hired a lawn service because he just could not stand the neighbors stealing his thunder!
But grandpa's best story was about the neighbor guy's new SUV he had bought over the phone and how he bragged about his new sedan, and what great mileage it would get, and how cool it was, and how awesome it would be when he finally got to drive it, until the neighbors wanted to lynch him.
But grandpa had a plan. He started sneaking out in the middle of the night when his neighbor first took delivery of the car and added a few gallons or so to this man's tank every night. Of course this guy brags to everyone in earshot that his car is getting close to 40 miles per gallon! The neighbors think he's full of it and even tell him the sales brochure on that car puts it at roughly 17 mpg in the country. No matter he insists he's got a GOOD one!
Then after about two weeks of this grandpa starts subtracting gas every night, so that now the only thing he can talk about is that something is happening to his beloved car. He talks to the dealer and tells them he was getting 40 mpg or better but now suddenly it is down to about 6 mpg. They think he is crazy but he insists they look at it under his warranty terms. Long story short, they go over this car with a fine tooth comb and surprise, surprise they find nothing wrong. The dude is furious and gets himself banned from the dealer!
I don't know if the story is true or how it all eventually ended, but I did see a pretty blue, brand spanking new sedan with a for sale sign on it sitting in front of the guys place when I last saw my grandfather. (Thirty plus years ago.) And for what it is worth I am pretty sure there was two hateful eyes glaring out from behind the parted drapes towards the general direction of my grandpa's porch.....
I then asked HSD to tell me a little about this incredibly fun guy, so I could post a blurb:
His name was Wilhelm, he was a kraut born in a town in Germany that bears our last name, and when my great-grandfather brought him here in 1939 they misspelled his name.
He was so German that when WWII broke out the east coast recruiters would not touch him. I think the Army interview went something like this...
(recruiter) "So W*****, you want to fight the Germans?"...
(Grandpa) "Ya, das ist vat I am sayink!"...
(Recruiter).."Next!"
He ended up on a carrier in the Navy thus starting the family sailing tradition, as his father was a Prussian Cav officer and his father's fathers were knights.
My father and my uncle both served on carriers as well, my father an F86 Crew Chief and my Uncle and Airwing fireman. I'm second generation born here and the first (and so far only one) to bring both traditions together, having joined the Army first and the Merchant Maritime afterwards.
Anybody here, seen my old friend JS Fury? Can you tell me where he's gone? I just looked around and he's gone
Having a bad memory is a strange thing.
For about a month, I've noticed that someone was missing from the comments, someone that used to comment all the time.
I realized today it's JS Fury, and it's been months since he last commented.
It's not unusual for people to go on vacation, or simply not find anything to comment on for a while, and so days or weeks go by before I realize that HEY! Where have you been, I haven't heard from you for a while.
So this got me wondering, and thinking, and I realized that about the last time I heard from him he helped me post a nice little thing about his dad's WW2 service in B 17s.
Well, here I am thinking about Veterans Day, and etc etc guys who have told me that their dads and grand dads were in this war or that, etc, and I thought back to JS Fury's dad, and realized, it is JS that I haven't seen in the comments for a long while.
It's strange, and there's nothing to be done when someone simply doesn't communicate anymore. Like Go Away Garage blogger, who one day simply shut down his site. Some people decide to change what they do, and no one online hears from them again. But others might suddenly POOF disappear, and I realize I have no idea if I stopped blogging stuff they liked, and they went away, or was it a car crash, or what?
So, then I realized, hey, if I get in a car crash, you all won't have any idea why I quit posting.
So, I'll tell you right now, if I don't post a last one, a Thanks! It's been fun, but the roads are calling, and I must roam" then you can bet I died real fast.
I plan to post a last post, thank you all for reading along and commenting. I now think I'll even try to get someone to let you know I punched out, and got planted so I could push daisies up. It's a funny thing, not having closure and learning what happened so you can roll with it, and adjust.
Anyway, JS, if you're out there reading along, give out a yell so I know you're still breathing, you often commented about stuff in a fun way, and I've missed hearing from you
Ghostbusters replica promo Cadillac used to promote the upcoming film was just stolen in Italy
It was being used at various promotional events in coordination with Sony Pictures to help promote the release of Ghostbusters: Afterlife
https://ghostbustersnews.com/2021/11/10/ghostbusters-ecto-1-stolen-during-a-promotional-event/
https://www.wantedinrome.com/news/ghostbusters-car-stolen-in-italy.html
On Christmas Eve, 1933 (the great depression was in full effect), a young woman in blue stepped in front of a train. It took 60 years to figure out who she was
in Willoughby, Ohio, a small city just off Lake Erie, a young woman in bright blue—her dress, coat, scarf, hat, and purse all blue—was out walking when she was struck by a New York Central passenger train. She had nothing in her purse but ninety cents and a ticket to Corry, Pennsylvania.
Just two days earlier, she had been kicked off a streetcar in Kirtland, after failing to pay her fare. As she wandered the streets of the unfamiliar city of Willoughby, a woman noticed her and took her to the boarding house.
Descending the stairs of the boarding house on the morning of Christmas Eve, she met the landlady and asked her for directions to the nearest church.
But after giving her directions, the landlady watched as the girl walked in the opposite direction.
She had been staying for a couple of days at a local boarding house but revealed almost nothing about herself.
Reports at the time say that she spoke to a couple of people while out walking that December night, then she seemed to simply step in front of the speeding train.
A collection was taken up for a plain headstone, which was inscribed: In memory of the Girl in Blue / Killed by Train / December 24, 1933 / Unknown but not forgotten.
An additional $15 was placed in a city fund to ensure that geraniums would be placed on the grave once a year.
In 1993, a chain of events changed that, and her true identity was puzzled out. The Girl in Blue was Josephine Klimczak.
https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/the-girl-in-blue-willoughby-ohio
In 1938, the late Hank Heaverly, who was a sexton at Willoughby Cemetery for more than 25 years, said a young man “driving a new Dodge car” pulled into the cemetery and approached him.
The man told Heaverly he wanted to see his sister’s grave.
“He looked just like her,” Heaverly told The News-Herald in 1966. “He fitted her to a T.”
The young man looked at a photograph taken of the girl in the morgue and said, “It’s her.”
As they walked to the grave, the man explained that he and his 22-year-old sister, Sophie, left their parents’ home in Corry, Pa., during the early years of the Depression to find work in Detroit.
Frustrated at not being able to find a job, the man said he scraped up enough money for train fare for Sophie to return home.
The man gave Heaverly $2 and asked him to buy some flowers to put on his sister’s grave. Then, he drove off.
The News-Herald ran an article in December 1993 marking the anniversary of the Girl in Blue’s death.
The article also ran in the Corry Evening Journal in Corry, Pa.
The article was read by Pennsylvania real estate agent Ed Sekerak, who was involved in selling the former Klimczak family farm in Spring Creek at the time.
He remembered the sale of a family farm and that one of the documents that finalized the sale of the farm was a signed affidavit filed by a son in 1985 that stated that his sister Josephine had died in Willoughby, Ohio on December 24, 1933.
if it's this dangerous to get gas, or if gas stations are such high risk places to get car jacked... then it's time gas station owners hire security/bouncers/ex-prison inmates - to prevent car jackings
yeah, that's a pistol in her left hand.
https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1484392848608191&set=a.105865999794223
Wednesday, November 10, 2021
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