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I am a “car guy”… I love old cars.
This old Ford Model T truck was sitting behind the barn at RPM when I stumbled upon it last spring. I was intrigued by the pattern of the rust stains on this fender. They showed the trails of previous precipitation and the fact that it was lightly raining when I was out there made it seem that much more poignant. Rust indeed never sleeps.
Not a great photo, due to the big blurry windscreen knob in the frame, but I was in a hurry to grab this still frame after this bit of movie-making:
That is Mark Collien and Francoise Reyns zooming by in my E-type. 😉
I really need to make some garage time to get my Jaguar prepped for the driving season. I haven’t done squat all winter!
This is a weird seen on I-5 southbound near Marysville, Washington. I think it calls for a caption contest. Write up yours and we’ll pick the best.
Yes, this car has appeared before as a CPotD and I’m sort of recycling it, but there is something about the lighting of this photo that I really like so I’m posting it. If you guessed at it last time let some of the others have a go. Meanwhile I’m behind the scenes digging up today’s CPoyD and writing a bit about it.
This should keep you busy for a bit. 😉
I also have some fun “Goolsbee News” updates coming for the family readers.
This car was one car ahead of us, numerically, on the Monte Shelton rally last year, so I stared at it’s rear end for three days. It is a beautiful old car. Do you know what it is?
sfoskett guessed right: A Maserati Mistral. 1967 to be exact. I’ve relinked the original unretouched photo now (I photoshopped off the badges when originally posted)
Looks even better from the front, and the twin-plug DOHC six under the bonnet is pretty sexy too.
Taken at the summit of Lolo Pass on US 12, the border between Idaho and Montana in the smoky summer of 2006.
Night was falling as I descended the pass down to Missoula, but I had just finished a grin-inducing solo run up US 12 as dusk settled over the Bitterroots, and was feeling great. This is truly one of the best driver’s roads in the world:
Unfortunately my next trip there was marred by a speeding ticket, but that wonderful summer evening I seemed to have the entire 70+ mile stretch of endlessly winding road all to myself. I seem to recall seeing maybe three other cars. I cruised the long twisty road at a reasonable speed for Montana (but NOT for Idaho, where the posted limits are always MUCH lower) with the accompaniment of Sir Wiliam’s Sixth Symphony echoing off the Lochsa River canyon walls. Words can not describe what a wonderful hour or so that drive was.
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