WELCOME TO OLD CARS
This blog is all about my fascination with old cars. I especially like to roam the back roads with my camera in search of derelicts and carcasses of once wonderful old cars. Frequently, I can’t identify them, but they are no less wonderful. The site will be updated frequently, so come back often.
1931 Ford (?)
1941 Dodge (?)
It is my hope visitors will offer pictures and stories of their own old cars (No Muscle Cars, Please) and contact me in the comments section so I can respond with download instructions.
To see Show and Shine images from Southern Oregon events and slide shows, go to Old Cars Never Die.
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DOORS TO THE PAST
Model A 1928
Car doors fascinate me. I like their lines, the angles and frequently, the implied invitation.
1948 (?) Ford Truck
While they make a fine subject for my camera, I am not oblivious to the fanatical attention decent doors require. Their wear and tear make them the focal point of a lot of effort. My interest extends well past perfect doors.
Burned 32 buick
The story goes that Tom Carr, auto restoration pro, was offered the chance to purchase an original condition 1932 Buick that had been stored in a garage for decades. It wasn’t in prime condition, but it was very restorable; until the fire. A week after the offer was made, the garage caught fire and decimated the car. Tom wound up taking it off the desolate owner’s hands and the car sits in Carr’s restoration lot awaiting an interested party. You can see the burned out shell here.
And sometimes, the doors strike me as a work of art.
1948 (?) Ford Truck
Other times, I am fascinated by the implied history as with these mystery doors from a shell of a car I visit from time to time in Klamath Falls, Oregon.
Mystery car
While I have many more examples of fascinating car doors, I’d love to see your favorites as well. Contact me arrange for download.
I WANT THIS CAR
OR ONE LIKE IT–OR AT LEAST A RIDE.
The trouble with gawking at other people’s old cars is it provokes a profound desire to have one. Visits to show and shines, roving the hills to find relics to photograph and attending various old car events feed my appetite for automotive beauty. And now I want an old car for my own.
This is a silly desire because I have neither the skill nor the talent to maintain one. I don’t even know anyone who’d be a willing volunteer. In fact, I don’t know anyone who shares my passion for old cars other than the new momentary friends I meet at car events.
And old cars tend to be awfully expensive. (You know this.) Such rational thinking changes nothing. I still want this car. And I know I could never achieve the level of finish or even maintain it as well as the owner of this beauty has.
42 Ford
When I saw this Black Ford cruise within five feet of me, I was tempted to jump in the passenger seat and say, “Let’s Go.” I didn’t have the nerve this time, but next time I see a ‘42 Ford Convertible that close, I will do something to get a ride…
1952 MUNTZ
Taking pictures of old cars gets a bit repetitive: Lots of Chevy and Ford iron with the occasional Nash or Olds to spice things up. But during my visit to Grants Pass last month, I was taken aback by a very modern, truly lovely sports car. It was topless (only removable hardtops were made) and defied my sleuthing skills to figure out what it was without reading the sandwich board.
1951 Muntz
I had found a car I have never heard of; the Muntz. Only about 400 were made and 39 or so are believed to exist today. My luck to capture a few shots and your luck to have found them here. Tell me what you know or think about this beauty.
Here’s what the collectors say: “Earl “Madman” Muntz was a former big scale used car dealer who turned to manufacturing TV sets in the post-World War II bonanza years. But he had seen a custom 1941 Buick Frank Kurtis had built; he wanted to buy it in 1949. Instead he ended up buying Kurtis’ fledgling sports car, the KURTIS 500, lock, stock, and barrel. Kurits, who was literally up to his neck in race-car building (his cars won Indy six consecutive times from 1950 through 1956), and he was worried about competition from the Jaguar XK120, which was cheaper, had dual overhead cams and the European mystique. Muntz moved the production to Evansville, Indiana, streched the car out about a foot, enlarged the passenger compartment for four passengers, and installed Lincoln or Cadillac V8 engines. Production ceased in the mid-50’s and Muntz reportedly said he lost money on every car sold.”
ROSEBURG GRAFFITI EVENT–HOTRODS AND MORE
Roseburg Graffiti - 2008
The Old car Gods were shining on Southern Oregon this month; two car events, one in Roseburg and one in Grants Pass made for some interesting pictures, new friends and great gawking. (visit Old Cars Never Die for a slide show.)
Cruisin'
I found out about the event at 4:30 on Friday. By five, I was on the road, camera packed with toothbrush and pillow stashed in the trunk. Three hours later, I found a room at the Travel Lodge right on one of the main drags. The accommodations were comfortable and the place was jammed with car enthusiasts. We watched the unintentional parade from the Motel driveway, some people having the foresight to bring canvas chairs.
Graffiti Day Cruise
Muscle cars made noise and the hot rods quivered with envy. I saw few restorations, but many people were in for the night. I discovered most of the restorations were trailered to Roseburg while the hotrods and muscle cars drove no matter how distant their home base. One of the few remaining drive-ins was reputed to have a throng of ’50s cars.
The Show and Shine was the highlight for me. To get to know the owners, to take a few pictures using the tripod (monopod), to admire and get up close and personal is my idea of time well spent. But, it was a very hot day in Roseburg. Fortunately, I found shade and a perch with Ray Johnson.
Ray’s ‘51 Chevy is a White masterpiece. He did all the metal work himself. I asked him if he was a metalsmith, he replied, “I am now.” Notice the dropped cab on this truck. He lowered the door.
So many great examples of backyard workmanship, sometimes unidentified. These Chevy trucks may also be a 50-51 but are customized so I am unsure…the bed is lowered on one. No mistaking that grill, however.
THE CREW’S CARS FROM ‘50 CHEVY TO SHRIKE 3 WHEELER
The “Crew” started as the “Three M’s” in Junior High School, 1950’s Garden Grove California; a time and place now only written about by baby-boomers or seen in very bad nostalgia movies. Massaro, Metzker and Mladnich who committed to straight A’s and friendship spent most of their free time together. In high school, Rancho Alamitos, the group expanded to 7 members and was renamed by the Chem teacher as, “The Crew.”
Rancho 1960
The boys sat together on the lawn at lunch, occasionally honoring new girl friends with an invitation to join them under the shade tree they appropriated as their own, but mostly the Crew just riffed off each other’s puns and inside jokes. Their laughter blanketed the side lawn of Rancho and their mischief became the stuff of legends.
One spring day those arriving to school early were perplexed by all the “For Sale” signs scattered on the various front lawns. And through the morning the Admin staff fielded strange phone inquiries about the mansion with 105 rooms, fifteen bathrooms, basketball courts and 20 tennis courts. Seems the crew had placed a Real Estate advertisement (billed to the school) in the local paper and put the school up for sale.
Mischief aside, the Crew studied together, competed for grades and sometimes, fished together. Once I was invited to join Massaro and Metzker on an early morning fishing expedition. Turns out I was the only one who caught anything but Massaro was chivalrous and cleaned it, fried it up in a hot buttered pan he brought for the occasion and we all shared it. Strangely, at a recent reunion, neither Massaro nor Metzker remembered the outing. Massaro’s first car was our ride: A 1950 Chevy Convertible, yellow and very clean.
I jumped at the chance and was rewarded by the understanding that each of the Crew members had become older versions of themselves. One of the competitive topics was who had the highest mileage car. Midrange was 250,000 miles and the winner, whom I believe was Davie Norton (Nort), was over 350,000.
But Nort was a real car fanatic. He used his curiosity, creativity and perversity to create a three wheeled energy efficient vehicle; the Shrike.
Shrike 3 Wheeler
David Norton
Lateral G: 1.0 at low speeds (40 mph), Braking G: 1.0, 0-60: 6.4 sec, 1/4 mile: 14.6 sec @ 97.6 mph, Top Speed: I have no idea (something over 120 mph. It’s still accelerating at over .2 G at 80 mph). Fuel consumption: 30 (kick-gas) to 40 (very relaxing) mpg.
These days, Massaro Drives a Hybrid and today, as I await a visit from his soon-to-be-advocacy lawyer daughter, I keep an outlook for her in her Blue Honda Hybrid which she truly loves.
Check back here periodically for more about the Crew and their Automotive history…a reflection of America’s own fascination with cars, I am sure.
HAUNTED BY 1949 HUDSON COMMODORE
I suppose the romance of a rusting automotive relic is partly about what it could have been. I dream that some of the pictures on my blog will capture the imagination of a well monied automobile junkie who will surrender some coin to salvage and rejuvenate these beauties. This 1949 Hudson Commodore haunts me because its story is unknown. It seems just to be waiting.
I believe, as Jay Leno does, that not all old cars should be completely restored; only rejuvenated so they drive but only enough that the patina of old age and use remains. And isn’t that what this Hudson says? There are so many good parts to this car still intact.
But it does take a special kind of person, very patient and in love with the history of this fine beast to consider retrieving it from the metal heap. I wonder what it takes to motivate someone to consider salvaging such a beauty? Tell me on a comment?
But imagine, if you will, what it could be: 
And imagine, if you will, in what good company you’d find yourself: 
HUDSON 1949 COMMODORE FOUR DOOR
Restored Hudsons are a rare sight. This 1949 Commodore Sedan sits on the edge of a lot, home to a small trucking company. For company, if one pokes around, you can see a rusted 1932 Ford truck sitting on the flat bed of a 1941 Ford truck.
Not much is known about the car though I suspect the lot owner knows more than he is saying. Sadly, he has no interest in this car and just ignores it. I plan to visit again soon to see if I can cojole some info from him.
The distinctive design of the car was unique even in then when Detroit was experimenting will all manner of metal. Today, these beauties are mostly rusted away just as the Hudson company did those many years ago. Ford and Chevy drove Hudson out of business and into a merger with the ill fated Nash Motors which became American Motors and lost its American appeal.
If you’d like to see restored Hudsons, check out http://oldcarandtruckpictures.com/AmericanMotors/Hudson.html. Some of the pictures are lovely and remind one of days gone by but oft remembered.
1932 Buick — Awaiting Restoration
Sadly, I cannot tell you these are before and after shots. The 1932 Buick series 90 above is in the back lot of a Southern Oregon home-based car restoration shop. Tom Carr has a team of restoration professionals who work from the home’s two garages. The side yard is storage for a variety of hulks, all waiting for someone to invest in their restoration.
The Buick in question is a rare classic and ready for restoration. Chuck Bidwell’s custom-bodied 1932 90 Series Town Car dates from an era when elaborate coach-built Dusenbergs and Packards were the rides of choice for the discerning upscale automobile buyer. Commissioned by Charles S. Howard (who owned the celebrated racehorse, Sea Biscuit), the car was constructed on stretched Buick chassis by the Murphy Company, one of the foremost coachbuilders of the era.
AN OLD NASH NEEDS A NEW HOME
My newest passion is to locate old dead cars. Fortunately, I am not alone. So many are in salvage lots where they will soon be crushed for scrap; scrap metal and copper from the radiators being more valuable than parts. Maybe Jim in Eugene Oregon would consider selling his Nash to someone who can afford to love it.
Last week I fell in real love with a rusted carcass of a true beauty. With the help of John MacDonald, the car is identified as a 1935 Nash. It saddens me beyond knowing that this once extraordinary creation will rust away and be lost forever.
Fortunately, a few restorations exist, though more and more old cars are being made into Street Rods and Rat-Rods instead because, again, they are more valuable than true restorations.
See for yourself how lovely this unique automotive work of art can be.
