I Saw My Car

I have proof that my car still exists and that, indeed, it is in the service area of the Chevy dealer where it was dropped off 12 days ago. My wonderful wife and I were returning from the new location of the Martin Auto Museum, now with a Glendale address, and a series of closed roads and detours brought us to within a half mile of the Chevy dealer. I asked her to drive there so I could, hopefully, get some more info.

“My” service advisor was polite and took me to where I could lay eyes on the car, but didn’t have any update as to when the car would be ready. He assured me that the tech working on it was one of their best, but that he was very thorough and would go step-by-step to diagnose and to fix the issue(s).

Obviously, this is a frustrating situation for me, but it’s not as if I really have any other options at this point.


At 2 AM this morning I literally thought I was going to die. I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing, stomach beyond being in knots and feeling indescribably weak. I have used the phrase “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished,” but for me you can remove the word “Good.”

I seldom drink alcohol, maybe 3-5 times a year, but had one mimosa yesterday with lunch at about 1:30 PM. When I woke up early this morning I could still taste the mimosa when I burped. Whether or not that’s the actual cause of my predicament, I have no idea.

Every f*cking day…


I’ll post more photos from the museum tomorrow or Monday, but wanted to show these two:



These are pics of a 1955 DeSoto Firedome. I didn’t show a full side view because the car has Cragars, an abomination as far as I am concerned for a car of this vintage.

Note the bottom photo of the dash. Can you see the gear shift lever sticking out? This car does not have a pushbutton selector for the transmission, or one on the column, or one on the floor, but has the selector sticking out of the dash.

The new location is much larger than the old one and has cars as old as from 1905. If you’re ever in the Phoenix area and are a car aficionado, I recommend you visit the Martin Auto Museum.






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Monday Kookoonoomonia

The younger of my mother’s two sisters who lived in the Baltimore area, my aunt Lea, used the word Kookoonoomonia to describe crazy behavior. My aunt Lea has been gone a long time, but she lives on with us because my sister, my niece and I use the word Kookoonoomonia all the time.

Lea had a tough life. She was a Holocaust survivor as was her husband, Henry, who actually survived a concentration camp. He was murdered by two POS who robbed his grocery store in Bloodymore, Murderland about 20 years after the end of World War II. Once again, I despise when people say that everyone gets what they deserve. NFW!



I think Kookoonoomonia describes my obsession with automobiles. For the second consecutive Sunday my wonderful wife and I attended a car show. While it is great to see interesting cars and to chat with friends like C/2 and with strangers, I have a strong sense that my attachment to automobiles is a little “off.” On the other hand, no doubt exists that I am at least a little “OCD” so it’s not like I have much choice in the matter.

I took a fair number of pictures yesterday, but these are the four I want to show today.



These two pictures are of a 1913 Stanley Touring Model 76. While I have absolutely no desire to own a brass-era car I do appreciate their significance. In the first decade of the 20th century it was not clear that gasoline engines would be the dominant form of power for the automobile. Steam-powered cars were popular as were, yes, electric cars. The introduction of the electric starting system and generator by Cadillac in 1912 was a huge factor in the death knell of the steam car and the long slumber of electric cars.



These two pictures are of the exterior and interior of a 1955 DeSoto Firedome convertible (duh). The Firedome was powered by a version of the first-generation Chrysler Hemi; displacement was 291 cubic inches and in Firedome spec it produced 185 HP/245 LB-FT of torque. Only 625 Firedome convertibles were produced in 1955. The “MSRP” was $2,824. The more upscale Fireflite convertible was priced at $3,151; only 775 of those were produced that year.








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