....aaaaaaand you're back in the room! Better put something severely old school and austere in, quick, for the sake of restoring balance. Huge white Olds is huge and...errrr, white
In actual fact, this big old '40 Oldsmobile gave me quite some trouble. It was sooooooo clean and crisp white and the day was so beautifully bright and sunny that no matter what I tried it just blew the pictures out. Had to cheat and kick all the gamma into touch in photoshop, lol. Or you'd need sunglasses to look at these pics. Oh, if only I knew how to use a camera.
There are always plenty of 'Vettes around. After all, it's the longest-running sporstcar evarr and the beauty is that if you don't like the one you're looking at, the next generation will have changed beyond all recognition. Here are a few high points; although for me they lost some of their gorgeous style when they stopped mounting the cassette players vertically and "Sting Ray" became one word, but you can't argue with a 427 Cui motor in a (relatively) lightweight body. Plus voluptuous curves, of course
Plenty of "mainstream" muscle cars about of course. Loads of Mustangs, as always. I made a special effort to take some pics this time, because I generally end up thinking "oh, they're just Mustangs, you always see loads of Mustangs", ignoring the obvious facts that there's no such thing as "just" a Mustang and that this invariably means I never get any photos of them, lol. However, vive le difference and that, so here's a nice Buick, lol. A Special that probably wasn't that special in its day judging by the low trim level and austere interior but nowadays you definitely stop and look twice!
And I always have time for a nice Camaro. I'll leave it to Peedey to tell us what year it is, he's the expert hahaha. Suiting the clean and de-dumpered look with big Rally stripes, I think.
Not exactly a muscle car, but as I've frequently pointed out, in SS trim a late-model El Camino could set elevens out of the box. Basically a Chevelle with a load bed, Chevy did that rarest of things and invented an entire new genre when they coined the performance pickup.
...and as promised, some Mustangs. I vacillate on the subject of the new GT models. It depends mostly on how sympathetically modified they are, I think. To be fair, I'd still rather have one over just about any other modern car
but I'm guessing this sort of thing is what most of you picture when someone says "Mustang", yeah?
I needed Rich/Phil's amazing ability to decipher VIN plates and tell me whether this "Shelby" GT350 is genuine or not. Me, I'm voting "not", although it is undeniably rather lovely
An emerging theme in this thread could well be "cars that should have bowed out gracefully" and the Mustang has certainly got some bloated, corpulent horrors in its history. No fox-bodies here to show you, but here's an example of how even the later, less uglified models could be made to look quite nasty
...and by way of apology... One of my favourite colours of the day on this Fastback. Gorgeous, especially in the bright sun
This CobraJet is the pick if the crop for me. Not just because of the distinctly hairy-chested motor, but this is the one you want. Huge grunt, Mach1 spec, great colour, '69 great body shape, louvre rear window, winning!
Not wishing in any way to neglect our domestic fast Fords, of course, I feel it incumbent on me to offer first off a MkII Escort complete with even colour-matching errr....orange blue oval
and MkI Escort "Mexico" van. I suspect this thing surprises some people in the traffic-light Grand Prix. We all like a nice sleeper, don't we?
Halfway between a proper Ford muscle car and the humble British Granada was the German oddity of the Taunus. A strange breed that occupies so many middle grounds it ought to be a compromised irrelevance but somehow pulls off being a pretty cool beast in its own right
...and speaking of German oddities, this little red roadster is here most years;
I've never been sure if it's real or not, given the prices that genuine Speedsters go for nowadays it would be an expensive thing to park up and let ill-mannered chav children bump their mucky hands all along it. But it does purport to be in the Speedster register, and it does wear plates from a German body works shop, so who knows. I'm not sure if I care, if it's a replica it's a damned good one and I could make do...
A bit of local colour, then. Here you go;
I'm sure that merman used to be a proper fountain when I was little, presumably now shut off due to Elf and Safety measures. *sigh* Anyway, the last few years an excellent band have given a bit of background to the show. A local band playing a mixture of folk, blues and Cajun-inspired stuff, Rough Chowder are well worth a listen should you get a chance. Some truly unusual traditional instruments and a sound and style all their own make for a funky mix, and I'd heartily recommend them if you like something a bit old-skool with a modern flair. Her you go, have a listen...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCs1KK2Fs3w or here at our local
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Md78Ti9rvAQ It is actually a tiny bit bigger than someone's front room, honestly
I have no idea why I took pictures of these dogs, as anyone who knows me can attest, I hate dogs and have even been banned from forums because of them, lol. However, something about the flabby awkwardness of these things appealed to me
As I've since been informed, these are apparently pedigree Sharpies (thought that was a kind of pen) but it should be obvious, I guess. The more pedigree something is the more freakish and mutant it looks, seems to me. Anyway, I love a dog that looks like it's havin an allergic reaction to it's own skin
I've bored everyone with my Betty Boop perversion before. One day I will manage to justify spending like over a hundred quid on one of these lights, lol. Zoinks. How much!
A few stands sell stuff like this along the periphery of the green. Mostly die-cast cars, in fairness, which is always a source of negotiation with the kids, lol. I really should have made the vendor an insulting offer on this broken light and bodged it back together, but even if the repair had turned out invisible, I'd always have known deep down in my heart of hearts that she was soiled goods hahaha
Speaking of the kids, why is it that their definition of how cool a car is realtes almost exactly to how big it is? Here Mr C learns about the idea of "dressing for a show" from this giant Ford F100 Ranger and whilst he's disappointed to learn that you can't eat the burger, he's rather taken with the idea of drive-through fats food joints!
This little Fiesta almost sneaked in unnoticed by anyone amongst all the huge Yankee barges, but it caught my eye. Great little car, and the clean white Wellers really suit it. A lesson in how a very few choice mods can make a great car. Just needs more lows
And speaking of huge barges, as always it amazes me that the epic girth of a Ford Fairlane could ever have been considered appropriate for a race car! Not totally sure about those "spoked" wheels. Epic rear lights are epic
Another car I've photographed here before but never get tired of is this massive Edsel coupe;
This is of course, Ford's greatest white elephant, an epic failure to rival Chevy's Corvairs or AMC's Pacers. Despite being named in honour of Henry Fords dead son and given their own "luxury" marque identity, no-one bought the Edsels. Let down by reliability issues and that ...errrr.... striking horse's collar grille (cruelly nicknamed the Vulva back in the day!), they bombed and even hasty re-styles couldn't save the marque from execution after a three brief years. Of course, nowadays they blow our skirts up with their mad styling, impressive size, and technologies (push-button steering wheel-mounted gearchange, anyone?). Awesome car, all the more appealing for being such a catastrophic disaster
Making the 50s excess of the Edsel look distinctly modern and current was the oldest car in the show. This Dodge is an amazing survivor; given it's age it looks like its hardly been used! Lots to take in here... bolt-on wheelrims for easy tyre changes; bizarrely ammeter is seemingly the most important instrument; electric lighting all round; central accelerator (!); food treadle starter; internal gear selector; very early patent and vehicle numbers. This car is on the cusp: the changing point between old vintage things - where you needed a degree in physics, the brute strength of a powered-up Streetfighter combo and the manual dexterity of an amphetamine-riddled squid to drive them - and the modern ease, accessibility and comfort that we expect now.
Continuing our occasional series of "cars that should have known when enough was enough" we bring you the original chest-wig chariot, so beloved of Burt Reynolds admirers everywhere. The archetypal Flaming Chicken express, none other than the Pontiac Firebird TransAm. Of course, the Firebird started life as a relatively sober muscle car very much in the 60s motif and sharing a platform with the Camaro. It had wonderful frenched-in slit rear lights. By the 80s it had swollen and mutated into the styling excess that spawned a thousand Smokey and the Bandit replicas, complete with the famous Firebird "flaming chicken" decal sprawled across the bonnet. I have a lot of love for this one, because they've taken that motif and run with it, converting block-colour line graphics into arty airbrush wonder, with la Vallee-style realistic flames. Excellent job, not seen it before and like a lot. Top work, fella
OK, slight change of tack now. I'm going to utter a four-letter word now; Bike. Haha, weren't expecting that, were you? The show isn't just all about four wheels, Many pretty cool two-wheelers make the effort to turn up, and even some three-wheelers. No, not Reliants. Here are some that caught my eye. Harleys can't fail but attract attention; after all, they're slow, badly designed, have truly terrifying brakes and are based on hundred-year old tech so they kinda have to look and sound groovy instead. I like the paintwork and chrome, hate the riding experience, but kinda "get" the appeal.
Triumph's Rocket III (not to be confused with the old BSA Rocket 3) is the biggest-displacement mass produced bike engine, at a frankly daft 2,294cc spread over three cylinders. I always think of a tractor engine when looking at them, but with a bit of customisation and chrome dress-up they can be made to look pretty funky;
Of course, we're only eleven miles from Brighton and it wouldn't be a trip to the seaside without some old-skool scooter action, would it?
OI! Bell-boy! lol
And we can hardly have Mods without Greasers, can we? This is more like it, the sort of bike I grew up coveting, a proper old alloy-tank Triton, drop clip-ons and everything. Lovely!
The V-rod was the first properly modern engine Harley had built. Ever, really. Certainly the first water-cooled one, as designed by Porsche. They took a while to catch on but nowadays people have stopped being afraid of being ostracised for modding them and having to hand their embossed Harley-logo leather wallet on a yo-bro chain back in at the clubhouse door. Liking this wideboy one, motorsport stylee exhaust wrap is a nice touch
In much the same way as the V8 ended up as the ubiquitous motor across American car makes, the V-twin became de rigeur for American motorcycles. Back in the day there were literally hundreds of small-volume marques. Only Harley limped on through the hard times, buoyed on by protectionist Government tax incentives, but nowadays there are a whole new crop of which possibly the most "American" in looks and vibe is the Victory. Ironically owned by Polaris... who are owned by Fuji but at least they're made in Iowa. 100 cubic inches is a lot in a bike!
The Yamaha V-Max is a legend in the bike world. A monstrous engine in a terrible chassis, its USP was that when a certain rev range was reached, a flap opened in the carburettors on the V-four arrangement, thus meaning each cylinder was being fed by two carbs instead of one. It was like a Knight Rider turbo boost button, and the bike was essentially a two-wheeled drag hotrod. The roadholding was awful, though; with a tiny 15" rear and gurt big 18" front wheel, torque reaction from the shaft drive, bendy feeble-gauge steel tube frame, and under-seat fuel tank doing aberrant things to the weight distribution. They were a right handful; a case of hold on and hope when on full honk. There's a whole aftermarket dedicated to making them handle like a motorbike should, and perhaps no surprise that many have found themselves adulterated into the more staid but ultimately safer genre of being trike-ed. This one is good enough, though I often think trikes have all the disadvantages of both bike and car and none of the advantages. I like the bombsluts and the beer barrel fuel tank
