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While on a stop on the 2009 Classic Motorcar Rally I was poking around the collection of cars at our lunch-time host and stumbled upon this hatchback. I’d never seen one before. It had the classic proportions of a “hot hatch” ala VW GTI. Very attractive little car in its own way. I’d never seen one before. Do you recognize it?
(Yes, that is the Fiat Dino from a few days ago in the background)
“…THE GARAGE!”
Aliens may have ate the Buick, but here’s your car photo of the day. Can you identify it?
Nicholas & I dutifully dusted off our rally brains for the traditional “Opening Day” of driving season here in the Pacific Northwest. The Mount Baker MG Car Club puts on this event every year, and has for almost thirty years! The Tulip Rallye is in fact older than the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival. It is a great, low-key, fun event that has fairly easy route-finding and a “gimmick rally” format – meaning you answer goofy questions with hints from signs and obscure items along the way. No TSD calculations required, so it is a fun way to start the season. It brings together between two- and three-hundred cars every year (though I imagine next year’s 30th anniversary will easily top 300) starting as always at the Cascade Mall in Burlington and finishing at the Swinomish Casino.
Continue reading “The 29th Annual LaConner Tulip Daffodil Rallye”
I had hoped yesterday’s CPotD would lead to an epic round of guessing. Little did I know the woodwork was crawling with vintage Japanese Mini Car fans! Of course, one of the very first CPotD shots was of a vintage Japanese mini car, so I guess plus ça change!
Today’s curvaceous car photo of the day subject should be pretty easy. Do you know it?
I meant to post this on Friday as the “weekend stumper” but things got in the way and I never got it posted in time. I’m editing the images from this past weekend’s Tulip Rallye and hope to have those posted soon. Meanwhile I’ll leave you to ponder the identity of the car pictured above.
Those of you who follow me on Twitter have noted that I’ve mentioned the appearance of a restored B-25 Mitchell bomber that has made near-daily appearances over our house. It will arrive, and do lazy circles for 30 minutes or so, then fly away (presumably to Everett.)
Photographing it has been tough, as it is almost always “backlit”, that is appearing below high overcast or thin clouds, and at moderate altitudes. Even with my longest lens. I have tried though, and here are a couple of the better shots: (heavily processed to bring detail out of shadows)
I recycle garbage into clean, renewable fuel that I use almost all year-round. So in a lot of ways every day is “earth day” around Chez Goolsbee. So while the rest of the first world was sending each other self-congratulatory notes about what they did on “earth day” I blew it off and went for a drive in my archaic, inefficient, old British sports car. The E-type Jaguar was, as Clarkson says, built not to save the planet, just get ’round it as fast as possible. Ironically I went to visit an archaic, yet efficient old British guy!
The plan was to meet my friend Greg Bilyeau near Bellingham, then take back roads up to the border crossing at Sumas/Abbostford, then over to Chilliwack for lunch with our mutual friend Geoff Pickard. As it happens halfway to Bellingham I realized I had left my passport behind. I called Greg and let him know the situation. As Greg wanted Geoff (a retired mechanic) to check his power steering, I sent Greg ahead while I doubled-back to fetch my papers.
After racing to the border mostly by Interstate to make up time, I breezed through Canadian customs in literally seconds, then jogged east to the Chilliwack airport via the Trans-Canada highway. I arrived about the time Geoff was finishing up looking at Greg’s Series 3 steering issue…
Geoff doesn’t like to have his picture taken. He does however like to have “his” cars photographed:
In the summer of 2005 Geoff rebuilt my engine. It had been completely bodged by an incompetent (yet somehow famous) restorer in Texas. In hindsight, given what I’ve had to do to address this bodged restoration I’ve come to calling it “The Worlds Most Expensive Car Wash” as it seems clear from what I’ve seen that a half-hearted rinse was about the pinnacle of their skill at the time. Geoff addressed the major issues, and I’ve tackled most of the minor ones over the years. The car is now for the most part ‘sorted’ as evidenced by my long distance tours of late. The engine I owe to Geoff, and his excellent work. I respect his current state of retirement and beyond the occasional plumbing his vast memory of all things Jaguar, I wouldn’t dream of imposing on him for work on my car. However I do like to show him how it is doing, which is why my bonnet is open in the pictures. I showed him how “his” engine is doing and the various things I’ve done to the car since.
After I showed him those various things, and asked some advice on some other things we had this exchange:
Geoff: “How many miles since I did the engine?”
Me: “Um, I don’t know (lean in to look at odometer), maybe fifteen-thousand?”
Geoff: “It’s out of warranty!”
We both laughed, and then went to lunch.
Lunch as always when visiting Geoff is at the famous cafe at the Chilliwack Airport. They are famous for their pies, but I never remember to save room for a slice. Can’t risk taking it to go lest the overzealous guys at the border take it away from me.
Speaking of which, the queue at the border going into the USA, in contrast to the morning’s zero-wait going north into Canada, was an hour+ slog. All I can say is: The terrorists have won.
Since it took so long to get through US Customs I didn’t have time to take my usual back road route home and elected to follow Greg to Bellingham where I hopped onto I-5 and barreled home.
So I spent “earth day” spewing half-burnt hydrocarbons rather than my usual baby foxes and rainbows out of my tailpipes. Deal with it.