PLUM CRAZY.

(Imagine, if you will, a time when a purple car was feared on the road.)

OK, so things have been a bit car and bike-heavy lately. My apologies to those looking for the little kitschies of the past, they come in dribs and drabs. I've been working on various projects and I'm just getting around to posting these shots from a few weeks ago. While at the lovely Dr. Girlfriend's lair, we caught a small car show, and I saw a few Mopars. My friend b (aka brian) is a bit of a Mopar nut so I never hesitate to hook him up with a few shots of my finds. I saw this squadron of Road Runners and GTXs-the one to the left is tan, the right blue, and of course this Plum Crazy purple in the leader's position. The over the top colors of the late late 60s and early 70s Mopars were the pinnacle of craziness at the time, and no fly yellow Ford Splash or Chevy SSR is ever going to be able to do a thing about it.


(and....in blue)

I feel like I'm phoning this one in, but it's late-more later.

Days Of Thunder Past...

(The size of this post really does not give my new camera's resolution justice-click the photo for a better look)

As a resident of the Pocono Mountains, I love when race weekend comes to the famed Tri-Oval at Pocono Raceway-the hysteria is palpable as you see car haulers, RVs, vendors, and thousands of race fans pour into town for three days of speed,sun and beer. I'm not as much a NASCAR fan as I once was, but I had to snap a picture of Jimmy Spencer's Heinz 57 Pontiac Grand Prix, circa approximately 1990. The Friday's logo is not period perfect, but considering it sits in front of a Friday's in Wilkes-Barre, about twenty minutes from the track, I'll let it slide, as it's obviously for promotional purposes. While I was certainly not a pre-teen in 1990, I did enjoy building the Monogram model kit of this car:


(Of course the driver of the car at the time was Hut Stricklin, seen molded in plastic at bottom right. Jimmy would have been too expensive to cast even in plastic, given his size in 1990.)
NASCAR has jumped the shark for me-the fancy graphics on TV and the WWE-ness of it turns me away. I like the old days when it was grittier and no one knew much about it north of the Mason Dixon line. But I'm halfway to Old Fart now, so what do you expect?