Showing posts with label Hollywood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hollywood. Show all posts

Friday, March 19, 2010

Very cool redesigning of vehicles as if they are all round and can hover, brilliant. The tank track is under it, so is the stage coach wagon wheel

'49 Ford?
metro bus
cop car like the 49 Ford
Stagecoach
58 Pontiac?
49 Ford and a Vespa?
Checker cab, 49 Ford, and ? blue Jaguar?
Several on a Woodie



Not sure about the brown one, or the grey nosed one, then there's the green VW, and a turquoise Cadillac tail
Checker, not sure, Cadillac, that blue Jag? Or Austin? green 61 Chevy? and wonderful iconic yellow school bus
The cool Caddy

Love the Kombi / VW micro bus


The VW bug



Not sure about this TV camera crew car

The military Jeep and other military vehicles





The gas stations



The cool tanks


Tuesday, February 23, 2010

James Cagney's 1934 V12 Auburn on ebay (not gonna sell I bet)




They want $300,000, I doubt anyone is going to want it that bad. Cagney made a movie with it, and it's a great car, but when you tie up a 1/3rd of a million dollars, and it's not a good investment in light of car values having lost the crazy auction prices brought on by speculative real estate imaginary values.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Dual Ghia in the classifieds, and Hoagy Carmichael was selling it

More on Dual Ghia's later, but quickly, they were Chrysler Fire Arrow's offspring, built in Italy the slow way, by hand, and imported for sale into America by the Dual Motors company which had been making military vehicles during WW2.

But what caught my eye was Hoagy. John Lennon called Hoagy his favorite songwriter.
Hoagy had composed a lot of great stuff and lived for decades on the royalties. Georgia On my Mind (famous for Ray Charles), Stardust(famous for Bing Crosby), and my fun favorite: the 1943 song "I'm a Cranky Old Yank in a Clanky Old Tank on the Streets of Yokohama with my Honolulu Mama Doin' Those Beat-o, Beat-o Flat-On-My-Seat-o, Hirohito Blues"

Yeah, the stuff that clanks around in my head waiting for something to loose it, no wonder I can't recall a thing, too many odd bits already have filled my memory ability to absorb anything new.