You know I love these. I think it goes back to two events. One, that my Aunt Candy and Uncle Don loved watching TBS back in the early ’90s, and two, the generosity of my dad. Continue Reading →
So if you follow Jack’s new venue, you have heard how he and Bark both are ordering the “Final Edition” Chrysler 300s. Which got me thinking about the Chryslers I loved: New Yorkers, LeBarons, Town & Countrys (the wagons with woodgrain, not the minivans, thank you very much) and of course, the Broughamiest M-body, the Fifth Avenue.
You know the routine. ’70s Cadillac. Klockau sees. Klockau goes nuts. And proceeds to do a quickie post. So here we go!
I’ve always loved the 1970 Cadillacs. This is largely due to a classmate in my early elementary school years, whose mom had a faded but still excellent gold 1970 Fleetwood Brougham with white top and white leather interior. Though it wasn’t pristine I found it extremely compelling. Continue Reading →
So spur of the moment I decided to go up to the lake since my folks were going to be visiting friends the next couple days. Yesterday was great and I was hoping Saturday would be the same.
But of course, Mother Nature, seeing me heading northeast on Highway 52, said “Screw you Klockau!” Continue Reading →
Reviewing your own cars is usually a big no-no. When a person plunks down their own hard-earned cash, it makes things personal. And when things are personal for a reviewer, there are usually just two outcomes. They either love their car with all their heart or they hate it with such a passion that they want it, and all others like it, excised from the planet. Extreme examples, of course, but even when they do their best to moderate their passions, self-reviewers still tend to skew one way or another. That leaves it to the reader to sort fact from fiction. But hey, no problem! Americans are good at spotting spin, right?
It would be dramatic to call it a nadir, but that moment seven weeks ago where I found myself fish-flopped over a Galapagos-ish boulder on Angel Fire Mountain’s “Hungry Hippo” trail — very recently unemployed, attempting to continue a vacation with my son despite said unemployment while also freaking out about how I was going to get my new house finished, and the owner of at least three newly broken ribs — well, that certainly felt like one of the lower points in my adult life.
Thankfully, a low point is what it was. The positively luminous response to my Substack meant I could finish my house and shop. A variety of new opportunities have slouched along since then. Best of all, as of yesterday I’m back on my bike and hoppin’ to it. Can’t quite muster the two-foot hop that I had last year, but I am fifty years old, and I’ll improve once I have my own little bike park set up at the farm.
I had a couple of freelance pieces show up last week; here they are.
I don’t need to tell you I love the Nimitz Class 1971-76 GM B- and C-body land cruisers. But I’m especially enamored of the 1975-76 Pontiac Bonneville, Bonneville Brougham and Grand Ville Brougham.
So today the office closed at 1 PM, as usual on Fridays. It was kind of cloudy, so I wasn’t going to camp out on my postage stamp deck and read a novel with a couple gin and tonics. Continue Reading →