The image is so wonderfully staged with the cool fence and cl***ic building in the rear. The roadster with a stock-height axle gives it an image of one that will leap over obstacles at will. The great 30 license plate and awesome winged badge are so right. The slanted stack on the bangers carb lends an air of compe***ion and the patined body is perfect. The model 40 with it's doors ajar states its pedigree. And the ground-hugging front end gives the 34 an aggressive image with the Caddy Flattie making it a dream rig. Well done brother, well done!
That is such a nice 34 coupe, I remember you wrote about it somewhere before. If you know anyone looking for one of those Cad engines, I have a 41 complete. Thanks for the ride Joey.....
"This was the first time in my life I’ve ever driven my hot rod with another old car by it. Vintage tin looks best in motion—especially when viewed from another hot rod. Don’t you think?" @J.Ukrop You, sir, have discovered one of life's greatest truths. Thanks for another great read.
Hello, In 1991, I was riding around in San Francisco in a very small Geo Metro Convertible as rented by my brother’s family for my week’s stay here. I was visiting my brother in the UCSF Medical Center as he was getting some radical treatments. Visiting for a week and when he was finished with his treatments, then flying home to Long Beach was the plan. Every day before going to the UCSF MED CENTER, I drove down the highway to the Olympic Golf Course at Harding Park. In college, I was a caddy for several matches on the green course next to a lake and the long sandy beach across the street. Luckily, the golfer only used 4 clubs, a driver, a sand wedge, a mid range iron and a putter. He was pretty good and the bag was lightweight. The whole area was a memory stick booted up in more modern times, when I arrived at the location. My wife and I made the northern trip on the Great Highway many times and was always amazed at the density of the Daly City homes stacked next to each other. It was beautiful on one side of the highway and the other side, well… it would not be a place we would live. Jnaki But, nightly, driving back to the seedy motel was an interesting choice and the cold ocean winds brought in the chill, even through my warm jacket. The salt air mist was very strong and coated the car like a spray on wax. San Francisco is known for its foggy weather, but for this whole week trip, only one day was very thick fog and the rest of the days were sunny, but very windy all day and night. Not your typical So Cal weather area and good surf. The surf was good inside of the Golden Gate Fort Point Surf Spot, but outside around the corner all the way back to the seedy motel was windy and choppy. It was amazing to keep up with the current coming out of the bay rushing out into the ocean and then going at high speed down the coast. Not your basic easy paddling out to the peaks at Ocean Beach for good surfing situation, that is for sure. The Ocean Beach motel close to UCSF Med Center was a single story straight out of a slasher movie. But, just across the street was the ocean beach and miles of heavy duty surf, depending on the season. The week I spent there, the sideways tide and current, plus the large waves way outside were not inviting. It would have taken me hours to paddle outside to ride those waves. A hot cup of coffee and sitting on the berm was the best view of the whole beach. No one was in the parking area or on the beach. A different time and different location, makes for interesting facts for later conversation. My brother loved surfing, but like me, had never been to the Bay Area for surf trips. So, part of the week long stay were scouting trips on both sides of the Golden Gate Bridge to report on surf locations. On our last day, heading for the airport, he wanted to check out the surf and go down the steep winding road, Lombard Street. (known as the crookedest street in the world) We had been down that street as a family in dad’s big Buick sedans, several times. As much as it pained me to see him in full head bandages and a billed driving cap, he was all smiles on the way down that street, again. The day we spent driving around in that small convertible was a little daunting on those hills and in traffic. "Hill Starts" galore was a mandatory situation... But, when we saw a cool 1956 Ford Truck with mag wheels, cruising in heavy traffic, it was all smiles and old memories that stood out in our collective minds. The quiet cove below the foot of the famous Golden Gate Bridge was awe inspiring. It is too bad there was no room for me to bring my surfboard and wetsuit on this trip. Fort Point under the S.F. Bay side... The smile on his face after our surfing beach location and "old" hot rod conversations was worth the week long trip. Several old hot rod sightings in a field of bland factory daily drivers, plus the cool locations all over the City, made it a little less like it was a harrowing experience. But, we were “Beach Cruisers…”
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