Good Morning Gentle Readers,
The Boy has been working toward his M.A. (a degree in the Manly Arts). Last fall he discovered engine revving at the Route 66 Extravaganza in Berdoo. Even got the Merit Badge. Berdoo is old-time local slang for San Bernardino, home of the original McDonalds. Don't EVEN buy off on that Des Plaines crapola that the Krocs peddle like the crock it is.
Pop ate there and said they were a hell of a lot better back when they ground their own beef. TWC doesn't find that to be much of a stretch. Ray Kroc was peddling meat grinders his own self when he hopped a fast train to the west coast, determined to find out why the McDonald brothers needed so many of them. The rest is, as they say, history.
Jake's first trip to Berdoo's one claim to fame (besides being where Route 66 came off the Cajon Pass) was in a crib on wheels. After all the intervening years, he hooked it all together. Later, he was trying to teach his Ma about engine RPM's so as to show the House Blond how cool the vee-eight in the politically incorrect foreign pick up truck that's made in America sounds. Mom. You put it in neutral. Now hit the gas. Doesn't that sound cool? Terry knows what we mean here.
The truck is throaty to be sure, but it just ain't this blown flathead with three deuces* (sounds vaguely like a round of strip poker).....
Paint that thing yella and you'd have Milner's car. Except for the flathead, the blower, and the three deuces. Actually, Milner's car was on display that weekend. Looked a little peaked. Course, like the rest of us, it has some miles on it since American Graffiti.
And, when was the last time you saw a '57 Shivolay Limo? Or the shirt with the woodpecker smokin' a seegar (Clay Smith Cams logo). Me & Jim Shepard found that shirt in a shady little storefront that reeked of pot smoke and patchouli, just down the alley from The Wedge on Balboa.
This post has been languishing for a year in the not-quite-done draft file. Guess I'm done, like it or not. Only about a week until the '09 Blow Out. Somebody ought to ask why they schedule the Route 66 Extravaganza for the hottest weekend of the year.
Oh yeah, thought this girl was flirting with The Boy (sooo ohhh cute) at the rockabilly concert. Except it turned out it wasn't a girl. Hey! TWC is old and he was 30 rows back. I suspect the band was good but between the acoustics and the distortion you'd not be able to tell.
Some pix here.
*A flathead is an antiquated engine design where the intake valves are in the engine block rather than in the heads as is common today. That results in a relatively 'flat' looking head. A flathead is not a convenient place where you set your beer when you're busy with something else...... A blown flathead is an engine that is supercharged. Three deuces is not just a great poker hand, it means the engine has three two barrel carburetors.