So the wheelbase of any Tesla S Car [as being salvaged by the Afghanis at Eco Dismantling up in American Canyon] will be 116.5″, 78.2″ wide whereas this lovely 1964 Plymouth Belvedere* is, shall we say, close enough at, 116×76.4″…a little more flare to the fenderwells would look pretty cool, anyway hey, making it the perfect road car for that 21st Century Wall Spring to Libre
commute, no? My brother-in-law may beg to differ as to some of the details**, however. Meanwhile life, thanks to days of nothings, proceeded in the imagined northern Great Basin’s
upper deserts, a situation allowing finished paintings to sometimes sneak in unawares
or did until we had to go to Pueblo for myriad dentistries,
shoppings [Target, below, and food] and lunch;
more than perfectly presentable rellenos at Fritanga’s replacement venue Girasole next door
to the Vitamin Cottage, then home via the sole surviving gas station at the Colorado City exit.
Next day I was
on the road again as we’d had to go to Pueblo before the Walsenburg dump opened…
So, Walsenburg and the opportunity
to at least
finish up documenting the Surviving Weird Paintings
[“Afrika USA” above and “Life During Wartime”***, both 1980, below]
[1975 above, “Amphibian”, 2004, below]
and get them back in the racks.
with an interesting stop
on the way home inquiring about trailers [Aero Flite, NFS] and the ever-elusive tailgate for a
1945 Chevy. A day of not exactly nothing which ended with a wandering dog return cutting into
an abbreviated studio visit…as was, shall we say, the next as although a morning walk in the
woods was initially ameliorative there became suddenly a lot to do to put the house in order
before we could to open it up for a dog watching friend so L. and I can venture out across
the searing plains of Kansas and up to Omaha, Nebraska on Monday.
*A Dodge Polara would do just as well, though I do have a certain sentimental attachment to the Plymouth.
**Penciling it out it might still be way cheaper to salvage a Tesla given the 67K Legacy wants for their ReVolt platform…plus one then still uses the old chassis and suspension etc.
***Forgive the link again but it was the eighties on Third Street**** and, well, wotta performance! Kills me every time…”Anybody have any questions?”
****Not the neighborhood it once was though I’m told the climate remains much the same.
The image of a Tacoma rear view mirror in any photo makes me feel like I’m right there!
looks like you are back in fine form, bro. Glad to see it. Love the e-belvedere.
About a hundred years ago, a friend had a late forties Plymouth staywag. At the time – end of the fifties – new Plymouths had huge tailfins and their ad said something like “Suddenly it’s the future”. My friend painted “suddenly it’s 1910” on the side. It was excruciating slow, my 1948 International 3/4 ton flatbed was able to out drag it.
I had a ’57 with fairly modest fins and a 318 to go east in in 1964…the Belvedere’s styling was more modest. I later learned some of them came with 426 Hemis; mine, with the 440, was fast when it worked but almost never ran right. Ah well…
Those weird paintings that were put back in the racks like unruly children are really wonderful and startling…like an outburst that was brought under control eventually.