That big white Ford Expedition SUV…
With that fish symbol on it…
With a sign that said
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That big white Ford Expedition SUV…
With that fish symbol on it…
With a sign that said
WWW.CORPORATEMAGIC.COM
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My father was a true Southern California, born in Pasadena in 1921. Like everyone else he was car-crazy. Later in life after living in Europe he became crazy for tiny little European sports cars.
He made this list for a piece he wrote in the Los Angeles Times late in life in which he talked about the cars he’d owned. He was astonished at how many there were, and especially at how many enjoyable sports cars he had as a graduate student. I personally got to drive the ’67 MG (he says it’s a ’68 which I think is a mistake), which was a delight; he didn’t get rid of it until the 1980s sometime. The 1990 Volvo my mother still has. I inherited both T-Birds in series.
The Fiat station wagon famously died by dumping its engine on Irvine Avenue with a uniquely Italian flair. I wish he’d kept any of the cars before that. Wow, what a list! The Renaults were, of course, purchased in France and all the Italian cars when he was living in Italy.
If you’re interested in the document we found in the files, a scan is behind the cut like so
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For some folks it’s not enough just to buy the F350 Super Duty truck. Or to buy the crew cab version. Or to get the “FX4 Offroad” package, lift it, and load it up with accessories. No, the important part here is causing a confrontation of some kind, using the truck, so that there can be some manhood and throwdowns and getting up in someone’s grill, as they say. A good way to do this is to take two parking spots in a suburban parking lot where you don’t belong, when all the other trucks are at the far end of the lot because their drivers were grownups.
The GTO isn’t going away after all.
By the way, I feel about the current “MG” the way you do about the “GTO”. MGs are supposed to be small, buzzy, fun, not-too-expensive, and eccentrically English. MG as supercar is like casting Donald Trump in Bogart’s role in Casablanca.