Vintage shots from days gone by!

Buffalo NY

 

The Antarctic Snow Cruiser, built between 1937-1940 it was intended to be used to drive to the South Pole. It was a spectacular failure, after being landed at 'Little America' on the Ross Ice Shelf it failed to move through the snow at all.
The immense weight pushed the bald tyres through the snow to depths over 3 feet and the lack of tread resulted in them spinning and producing no forward movement.
It was abandoned after the realisation set in that it was nothing more than a white elephant. At one time somewhere in the 50s it was re-discovered but once again abandoned for the same reasons. It is now commonly believed to lie somewhere on the bottom of the Southern Ocean after the Ice shelf that 'Little America' was on broke off. A common occurrence carrying the Snow Cruiser away until the ice melted.

I still think it's one of the coolest things ever built!

Doc.

 

How times change, politically incorrect.

 

The product of the fertile imagination of a Professor E. J. Christie, this gyroscopic unicycle was supposedly capable of speeds of up to 400 miles per hour, although at the time of an article from the April, 1923 issue of Popular Science, it had yet to be tested. This monster was 14 feet tall, weighed 2,400 pounds and used what appears to us to be a Curtiss OX-5 airplane engine for power. On The Old Motor as aways we have the whole story behind this monster with plenty more of photos and details.

 

In the closing credits of the movie "L.A. Confidential", Hop Along is shown riding a horse in a parade. He draws his Six Shooter and points it right at the camera. I thought the same thing, NOT politically correct today. No one thought anything of it then. They just cheered.

 

OX5 powered giant wheel?

I'd rather juggle wildcats.

 

That's Les Paul on the left, checking out a Gibson Les Paul.

 

http://www.expeditionportalcomforumthreads34057

 

Cape Hatteras

 

Crest trailer Huse Family

 

1952 Deschutes County Fair Parade, Oregon

 

Franklin Lake Campground

 

Huron Nat'l Forest, Michigan





Huse Family Crest trailer, again

 

Interesting photos on the site below, the photo I followed popped up circus and traveler caravans (UK), but all sorts of interests too ~

http://www.vintag.es/2012/08/caravans-and-camping-from-1940s-1950s.html

 

Yes, 1940 Mercury convertible sedan. They are rare but a few still exist.

 

If you are referring to Annette, she is not "about to die". Like nearly everyone depicted in this thread, she is sadly already gone. You have clearly stumbled upon the wrong thread if that bothers you. FYI, we are all in one stage of dying or another. Time is the fire in which we burn.

 

I hear what you're saying.
Yet, what Mart was referring to was the kid falling from the airplane. I agree with what Mart is referencing, the sudden and tragic death of an innocent.
Mart is a good man who most certainly understands the Fire/Time equation.

All the best,
Dale
Cleveland Oh

 

He is talking about the pic of a person falling from a Jumbo Jet, a chance picture captured at Sydney's Charles kingsford smith Airport in the 70s.

Doc.

Man I am too friggin slow!

 

Regarding the Spohn coachbuilt Maybach photos, the design is from the historic aerodynamic engineer, Paul Jaray. Consider that this is in the early/mid 1930s and I think "ugly" shows a gross lack of appreciation for design history and for the Maybach marque, one of Germany's finest ever.

 

Sorry but any one trying to book a flight in a wheel well is pretty low on the" Darwin"
list. A tragedy at best.

...................Jack

 

My apologies to Mart. I agree about the guy falling from the plane.

 

Politically incorrect because they have guns or because the milkman is wearing a dress?

 

Ya, I know what that's all about. I lent a buddy my 64 Chevy cut down and when he parked it without putting on the parking brake it rolled into the lake; lucky me. What can a guy do; kick his ass, no he was a friend. So the moral of the story; stay the hell clear of people that have a black cloud following them around. Today thirty years later he's three hundred pounds and married to a swampier from Maine; not insult meant to the fine woman of Maine, and for the little Chevy. It's somewhere in the Rochester New York area.

 

Wow, I almost bought three of these last year that were for sale outside a storage building on my way to and from work!

 

We call 'em BMWs up here: Big Maine Women...

 

man, any idea what this 55 hit or what hit it? that is one hurt 55