So the Friday before last, September 30, was the last car cruise in Coralville, Iowa, and the last car show of any size until next spring. Naturally, I went. I’m trying something a little different, transcribing texts I sent to my friend in Texas, Jayson Coombes, on the show. He’s a fellow car nut and…
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.
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…
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…
NOTE: Here’s one of the last columns I did for the Curbside Prune. My God, was that only eight years ago? Seems like twenty, ha ha! -TK Yes. Four Hundred Thirty Five horsepower. Wow. That is only 15 horses shy of the 2001 Dodge Viper my mother once owned. And, I mean, it was a…
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!”
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…
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…
“Geez, Klockau, another one? Already?” Yes! I can’t hold back and I can’t help it. There I was, lunchtime today, innocently checking out Facebook and my friend Dustin Carpenter sent me a link. To this majestic Continental.
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.
