My First Ride
Murph dropped me a line about noticing a ‘62 Plymouth Valiant on the road today and being struck by how ugly it was. It got me thinking about a post I’d been meaning to put up for quite awhile. A short tribute to the best car I ever owned. Flat-head 6, the last year of the 6-Volt battery and front-seat like a living room sofa: my 1954 Pontiac Pathfinder. The grill was a little dinged, and I was missing a headlight rim. Replaced that rim once from the Barrie Flea Market but hit a deer on Highway 12 and that was that the end of it.
It was a two-door coupe with a mint interior. What a beauty.
And it was also the perfect car to do bad James Dean impersonations in front of…
Wikipedia has a great entry about my first car.
Some of the more interesting optional items available for the first generation Chieftain included a radio with seven vacuum tubes, tissue dispenser, under seat heaters, and a Remington Auto-Home shaver.
Ah, those were the days!
Mind you - mine never looked this buff:
Absolute stunt double for Dean. To paraphrase Billson “not much of an actor either” I think you may have gained a pound or two in the interim.
I resemble that remark!
Well, that is so funny. I recall that moment like it was yesterday and I think I was the photographer on this shoot - what a riot.
Umm, it was yesterday ;)
Yep, you probably were the photog. It was in the driveway at the Log House.
Wow! What a hunk! Isn’t that the patented fist-under-the-bicep pose circa the late ’70s as practiced at H.W. Knight?
Yes, Mr. Argue, that is exactly the pose :) I learned it—as you did—while attending Terrible Tenor training.
Good to hear from you, old bean!
OI, JESSE FELIZ NATAL E FELIZ ANO NOVO PARA VOCE SUA ESPOSA CAROL.
BEIJOS SHEILA