ChrisBcritter

My boss has been buying cars and antiques from an auction house out here in the CA high desert; they've been reliable and trustworthy up until this past week. He bid on and won a nice 1921 Dodge touring for a pretty cheap price, and I noticed it had no license plates. I looked through the rest of the upcoming lots and there were a bunch of vintage plates listed, but none from '21 . Then I spotted a set of Horseless Carriage plates that looked like they would be correct, last stickered in 1997, and I started smelling a rat. Sure enough, when I checked the Dodge's serial number against the plate number, I found they were for that car, so I called the auction house immediately. I told them what had happened, and politely asked if they would pull the listing as it was obviously a mistake, and the supervisor said no. What the hell? I ended up having to bid $250 to get the plates for my boss and he was furious. When we went to pick up the car and the plates, the title clearly showed the license number. They still wouldn't budge. Later one of the yard workers let it slip that we weren't the only ones who complained - apparently several vintage cars there had their plates pulled off and sold - a friend of mine bought a couple sets and the guy who bought the car one set came from had to buy them back from my friend. I think the DMV would like to hear about this, as CA plates are supposed to stay with the car they're registered to...

Gayla Peevy's record

Hippopotamus is what Gayla Peevey back in 1953 wanted for Christmas.

This is the promo interior bucket; both seats are different from the Sport Fury:

smothered with onions

This was about a month ago. I had the boss's dog doing what comes naturally in his backyard and when I was removing the results to the trash bag I heard a VERY loud, angry buzz: Rattlesnake that looked to be about 30" long. Got the dog inside and called Animal Control, and a nice guy named Ryan came out and got it with a grabber after several tries (it had wound itself up under that shrub on the upper right), and got it in that can, and it was REALLY buzzing at that point! Thanked him profusely.

Correct. I had to get a '64 promo and dismantle it to cast up a correct bench seat for the Cooley High '64 Coupe deVille:

It was something I heard from Dennis Doty a long time ago. Might have used the engine and chassis from the T-bird kit? But back to the Comet - Nice that they made those little trim pieces on the front fenders separate chrome parts; two fewer bits to foil.

Was that why the '69 Continental MK III kit project was killed off?

If a stock hood version is forthcoming, I'll wait. Would like to see a body-to-body comparison with the AMT Caliente.

Deuce Tudor? Sign me up! (I know the body isn't quite a paragon of accuracy - like every other AMT '32 Ford including the 1/32 3-window - but I missed out on it in the '70s.) '57 Fairlane again? Only if ALL the Styline parts are back (front and rear ends). Any word on when?

If you are masochistic creative enough to want to recreate the early full wheel covers: ...then here's your source. Looks like the V-6 wasn't the only tooling Jeep got from Buick: You'd just have to very carefully carve off those ten extra blades the Electra got, drill out the centers for the fronts and add the Jeepster kit centers to the rears.

Texting does evaporate sentence structure, and don't call me Shirley.

The 2007 show had a 1957 theme in honor of the buried Tulsa Belvedere; I wrote a juvenile delinquent version of "Bandstand Boogie" inspired by the old musical parodies in MAD Magazine: "CAN’T STAND 'BANDSTAND'” My voice is droppin’ Went down an octave today My zits are poppin’ Got Clearasil on my face My hair is sloppin’ Greasy kid stuff in place I’m on Bandstand (Bandstand) We’re goin’ dancin’ With lots of twistin’ and leaps We’re gonna rumble Until we fall in a heap We’re all delinquents A bunch of juvenile creeps On the Bandstand (Bandstand) So play that rock ‘n’ roll that your parents just can’t stand Robert Goulet? No way! It’s American Bandstand! When I get home I know that my hide’s gonna get tanned Too cool for school – I ditched for American Bandstand! I met a girl there She’s wearin’ satin and lace We dirty boogied It was a public disgrace Until her boyfriend He threw his fist in my face On the Bandstand (Bandstand) Fists began to fly – I was swingin’ the mike stand Look out – knocked out Dick Clark on American Bandstand So began a melee that emptied the grandstand Brenda Lee threw her shoe at me on American Bandstand They called the cops in They threw us up on the wall They slapped the cuffs on And they arrested us all And now we’re dancin’ Down at the juvenile hall Not the Bandstand (Bandstand) I called my daddy Asked him to pay off my bail He told me “Get lost! And you can rot there in jail!” And now the big guys They’re all a-grabbin’ my tail From the Bandstand (Bandstand) So jump and throw a fit on American Dance like a nitwit on American Chained up and locked I’m breakin’ rocks But what the hey – Bandstand!!!!

For many years I wrote parody songs for my car club's annual meet award show. Back in 1999 the theme was Disco and I rewrote "Disco Inferno" as "Pinto Inferno": Out for a drive My new Pinto '75 Plaid seats, vinyl roof And a Sports Accent Group I shifted to Park It jumped into reverse Backed into a dump truck Now I'm gonna need a hearse I heard somebody say Burn, baby, burn Pinto Inferno Burn, baby, burn Burn that mother down (repeat) This contraption Blew up like a chain reaction Now I've got the blues Wish I had some asbestos shoes My 8-track's melting My tires turned to dust Should've bought a Vega That's a car you can trust I heard somebody say Burn, baby, burn Pinto Inferno Burn, baby, burn Burn that mother down (repeat) Up above my head I see smoke in the air That makes me know There's a Pinto somewhere Call Ralph Nader This car's an incinerator I must've been a nut To buy a car that self-destructs I towed it home My cruisin' days are through Stuck it in the backyard Now I use it for a barbecue I heard somebody say Burn, baby, burn Pinto Inferno Burn, baby, burn Burn that mother down Burn, baby, burn Pinto Inferno Burn, baby, burn It's a lot of fun Burn, baby, burn Pinto Inferno Burn, baby, burn Cook your burgers well done!