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. Continue reading


John’s Ford Rod

                                    John\'s Racer


Rod Engine  

As I loped along highway 99 in search of old cars with which to entertain my camera, I glimpsed a red flash from the corner of my eye.  Dashing down an access road was a red Ford Hot Rod.  This was truly a gift from the old-car-gods.  I pulled off the highway and went in search of the car.

I lost site of it because the off ramp made me circle around in the wrong direction.  But I am intrepid when it comes to my camera and an old car.  I tried to anticipate where the car would be and trudged away.  After about twenty minutes trolling the town, it was with true glee I spotted the car in my rear view mirror.  I made a hasty detour to the side of the road directly in view of a police car.  Unmindful of the possibilities, I let the rod pass me then pulled out directly in back.

I followed the car for about ten minutes, heart pounding with the prospect of landing my automotive prey.  Up the mountain roads he led me until he motioned for me to pull over at a view spot.  The driver had divined my intentions and accommodated my very wish.

John ‘s 1932 Five window Coupe is on a very slight rake, not so much that he couldn’t go over bumps and just enough to accentuate the lines.  It turns out John was not surprised at the attention.  In fact, he was on a Sunday drive specifically because he enjoys showing off his street rod.  He has owned the car since 1941 and originally raced the Ford and frequently won.  He stopped racing when “all that silly safety stuff with cages and roll bars made it ugly.”

I asked John how many miles he had on the car and he couldn’t say because he only installed a speedometer/odometer 300 miles ago.  Since he raced the car for so many years, he never needed one.  John said, “I always seemed to know how fast I was going and today, well, I just don’t drive very fast.”  A brand new speedometer (in Ford years) was in the trunk so he finally installed it when he registered the car last year. He figured he needed it for insurance purposes.

John keeps his car garaged at his home in Medford and joins his buddies on week end car trips much to the delight of gawkers like me.