It’s been a bit of a Formula 1 week and the race isn’t over yet. But I’ve just enjoyed a pitstop to plan and book a few days outside the circuit. Need to refuel properly and spin my wheels before I cruise back into the action.
Quiet pitstop musings: A pretty clip from “What Dreams May Come” with Wim Mertens – Struggle for Pleasure
Thanks, Rod, for this video about a new kind of hot rod (hehe, sorry, couldn’t resist), the fastest street-legal electric car. “The beamer (=BMW) lost against the zombie.” I just wonder: this racing uses up a lot of electricity, so it’s not the “greener” car at this speed, is it?
PS: This is a great song from 1960 by Johnny Bond, though I remember it being sung by Comander Cody, called “Hot Rod Lincoln”:
Now you’ve heard the story of the Hot Rod Race
When the Ford and the Mercury was settin’ the pace?
That story is true, I’m here to say
‘Cause I was a-drivin’ that Model A
It’s got a Lincoln motor and it’s really souped up
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
It’s got eight cylinders, and uses them all
With an overdrive that just won’t stall
With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
And four-eleven gears you can really get lost
It’s got safety tubes, and I’m not scared
The brakes are good and the tires are fair
We left San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars were shinin’ bright
Things were going fine up Grapevine Hill
We was passing cars like they was standing still
All of a sudden like the flick of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
The remark was made “That’s the car for me!”
But by then the tail light was all you could see
Now the fellas ribbed me for bein’ behind
So I started to make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive
I wound it up to a hundred and ten
Twisted the speedometer cable off the end
Had my foot beat clear to the floor
That’s all there is and there ain’t no more
Went around a corner and I passed a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders clickin’ the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
I guess they thought I’d lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, “Slow down! I see spots!”
The lines on the road just look like dots
Smoke was comin’ from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac.
Knew I could catch him, I hoped I could pass
But when I did (I knew) I’d be short on gas
Went around the corner with the tires on the side
You could feel the tension, man! what a ride!
I said, “Hold on, I’ve got a license to fly!”
And that Cadillac pulled over and let us by
Now all of a sudden the rod started knockin’
And down in the dips she started a-rockin’
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin’
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And I called my pop to go my bail
And he said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t quit drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln!”
Rod sent me this: “BTW — the gold Cadillac is beautiful and there are an amazing number of wonderfully restored US vintage cars around Munich. They show up at various shows from time to time. The blue T-Bird was on Theresienwiese last June along with hundreds of other wonderful pieces. Got a bit nostalgic.” Wow, gorgeous! What was the event?
Detroit is going down. The whole rescue package is just so hopeless. I remember when American cars were still attractive. Cadillacs were the family car, my dad’s one life-long fetish, bought used for second-hand glamor. That was until the oil crises hit, when he got sensible and we got a VW beetle and then later a Toyota.
My favorite car was a gold-colored 1966 Cadillac convertible with light seats. I loved the hugeness and sleekness and majesty of it and used to take my dolls and stuffed animals along for rides in the back seat, the wind blowing through my hair as my dad chauffeured us around. That’s about as good as it gets. Today? Forget it. Sinking fast.