Once again I find myself apologizing for my lack of posts, bad bad girl.
Last Friday was my first meeting with the mediation lawyer for "J" and my separation....no I didn't wear the outfit above! I went with very conservative black skirt, blouse and grey suit. I left, mildly positive we can work this out without resorting to duelling lawyers and flushing all assets down the can. Next meeting will be the three of us, fingers crossed.
I believe "J" and I are on the same page about the most important things, though the cars may take some debate, but even there we are closer together than I thought previously.
Despite my positive attitude (maybe its just the drugs) I have a nagging feeling I am rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic or perhaps Eva Braun planning her honeymoon.
My writing is going well (two new articles soon to be published) but my job search sucks like an Electrolux.
OK car stuff, I have a had serious crush on the 71-72 Buick Riviera for years. I once had a 70 Riviera GS and she was fast, the boat-tail has the same 455 mill but a body that looked like a one off prototype.
Now to red line the cool meter my idols Lux and Ivy of the Cramps had a black 72 nicknamed the Devil Bat. That's Ivy in the photo.
I have often written that I have been as honest as possible with this blog, to myself and to those reading. Of course there are some things that remain unsaid as they involve the privacy of others or are just too painful.
One of my fears at going full time was the reaction of my neighbours in the traditional suburban community. For many months I was happy to report that acceptance both genuine and polite was forthcoming.
Unfortunately I have since leaned from different sources that my conduct, parenting and presentation have been the subject of criticism. I have waited a few days to write this post as my ire was raised above DEFCON 1 and I did not wish to say anything I would later regret.
The criticism comes from one person in particular. He reported to "J" that I had kissed a friend (MtF) in my driveway with my children around and that when working on my Cadillac I was wearing shorts that showed my private area. He claimed that both he and a sanitation worker collecting recycling witnessed this act of gross indecency and also mentioned the colour of my panties.
I was incredibly mortified to learn of the following accusations. The first is patently untrue, I had simply given a friend going through a tough time a hug. I consider myself a heterosexual female and even if it were a kiss it was no one else's frakkin business.
Second the matter of the too short short shorts. After learning of the accusation I went back and tried them on attempting to put myself in every possible position I could have been in. It is certainly true that a sliver of underwear could be seen but NOT any private area, OMG I am trying to get rid of that not show it off!
If I can try and be charitable he might actually believe what he wanted to see instead of just making stuff up.
I can hardly express my anger, as my knee is still giving me pause I had to go for a drive instead of a walk. Yes I did do a nice sliding burnout as I left my subdivision. Not very feminine or grown up but the cathartic effect of 460 cubic inches cannot be denied.
Dear constant readers, sorry for my absence. Feeling a bit blue over my prolonged job search, so many resumes sigh. Also twisted my right knee, seem to have really torn something, was almost in tears driving yesterday the pain was so intense.
Doctors appointment in Hamilton today, told to come back in two or three weeks if still in agony. They recommended an MRI but as we have socialized medicine (not really complaining as I didn't have to pay for visit....forgetting our higher tax rates) there is a long wait and it is easier to see if things heal up by themselves.
That's me in the 72 Mark IV, actually I put both the Lincoln and Seville up for sale, but only if price is right. I don't think I could replace them for what I am asking and a good used car even if 40 years old is still worth its weight in gold....or crude oil. Money talks as they say
Part of me wants to simplify and the other can no more part with a car than sell my children to medical science, which I often threaten them with when they misbehave.
Wixom in the title refers to the now closed Ford factory where Lincolns and Thunderbirds were long made.
As I left the medical building parking lot a woman came up and complemented me on the Mark IV Continental and then said I look just like Geena Davis with my blonde hair. Well I will take her word for it. I wonder if she meant as in the movie Earth Girls Are Easy?
A big shout out to the city of my birth, London ( yes I am a cockney) for such a well done Olympic open and closing ceremony. Not really my kind of music but then not much is ;)
My good friend Bill dropped in Sunday for a much appreciated visit. By mid afternoon the rain had stopped and the sun made a dramatic return.
I changed out of my shorts and slipped on a baby blue sun dress I purchased a few weeks ago. We decided to go for a cruise along the lake shore all the way to Hamilton (stopping to snap a few photos) then a fast run back on the highway hitting 95 mph, would have been over a ton if that silver Volvo wagon wasn't blocking the fast lane.
Later "J" and the girls as well as Bill and I went out for dinner, a great Sunday!
Grocery shopping for a weekend picnic, zipped into the grocery, shorts and a pink top, white wedge heels. No makeup except eye liner and lipstick.
As I was getting a cart and an other woman came up to me and said wow you have such great legs. I stammered out a thank you. Needless to say I was very flattered and on cloud nine.
another hot day with the sun roof open in the 72 Mark IV
Last night made it to the local cruise night as my friend "D" would be there with his amazing 64 Imperial convertible. I already had the Cadillac out as a result of an earlier grocery run, so why not?
The children were supposed to come but they opted to go shopping with "J" this time.
All that was left to do was get myself ready, yes I was a little over dressed but I thought I should match the outre nature of the car, so short skirt and heels.
now that is a steering wheel, careful how you sit, chrome centre bullet can reflect up ladies skirt
chrome inner ring is the horn
Had two proposals of marriage so long I came with the Cadillac.
beautiful night for a top down drive
Later on we met up with Genni for coffee and chatted well into the early morning hours....
At Ardene's last week and picked up a few cheap necklaces, including this retro sixties surfers cross.
Wow an iron cross and a banana bike, I would make a cool teenager circa 1966.
"J" immediately asks why I was wearing a swastika…..which immediately put me on mind of this rare slice of sixties wax by fellow Canuk, Debbie Lori Kaye, better known for her country music career.
Recorded in 1966 this Shangri-las, Ronettes style 45 attempted to capitalize on the "controversy" around kids wearing replica iron crosses.
The fad began amongst in Southern California's surfers:
World War I Ace Max Immelmann earned two, as did Corporal Adolf Hitler, and now U.S. teen-agers are buying them by the gross. Dug out of attics and curio shops and freshly minted by the thousands, the German Iron Cross has become the newest surfer's emblem and high school fad.
Nobody, except parents, seems upset by the Iron Cross's connotations. "When kids ask me about the 1939 inscription," says one distributor, "I just tell them it was a big year for surfing."
Time Magazine April 22, 1966
I can still vaguely remember them in grocery store gumball machines in the late seventies, edgy ;)
My old boss passed away the other day, no I don't know all the details yet. It doesn't matter a great car guy has gone. I have mixed feelings about him but we are all flawed creations. Who am I to cast stones.
It is hard to believe he is gone, he seemed a force of nature.
When I told him about me he did not recoil in horror or retreat into machismo disdain. For that I will always be grateful. If his reaction had been different I would have significantly delayed my transition.
I worked with him for a decade, travelled together across North America, waited in airports, rental cars, froze and sweated an countless film shoots.
He was a larger than life character as I think you can tell from the lead photo, he will be greatly missed by all who were lucky enough to be his friends.
I hope he is somewhere where the gas prices are low and the speed limits high. Long may you run.
The Big Guy at the wheel of my Corvette last season at Cayuga
Whether you believe in Valhalla or not (and I sincerely hope there is an afterlife) it is not for the dead to worry but rather those left behind to reflect on life.
I am happy that I no longer look at my life and despair, I have miles left to go but I am oh so very glad I am here and did what I needed to do.
Morning bike ride with children to the library on my vintage seventies CCM Cheetah
Lot to talk about so a few words as well as pictures for day 2.
Lucy asked in yesterdays comments, if the cars cause any consternation amongst the general public. I can't say they that I have noticed any but then I am not the most observant person but I am naturally highly tuned to any real or imagined indication I am not passing.
In traffic or the inevitable conversations at the gas pumps most people simply take one at face value or assume the car belongs to a husband or boyfriend. As soon as they talk to be they know it is mine. The rockabilly, rat rod culture has seen more and more woman building or driving their own cars and not just as Bettie Page eye candy….not that I wouldn't mind being both.
When out in the Cadillac convertible on the weekend an older guy pulled up and said that the 59 was his dream car and asked if I could adopt him. His parting words were, "I bet you have to beat them off with a stick and I don't mean because of the car." Well that made my day.
But pride cometh before the fall.
Yesterday I dropped off a resume for a position at a very large Mercedes agent, I believe it is one of their world flagship stores. I made sure I was well dressed, grey suit and black silk blouse, appropriate length black skirt and heels.
A bit of an odd situation as candidates were asked to deliver resumes in person (no doubt so one could be pre screened judged on appearance). It was not my first choice as jobs go but I treated it as a test of my confidence. Could I walk in there and both pass and make a good impression.
Exiting the Lincoln I entered through the big double doors, my heels clicking like gun shoots over the marble floors. All eyes turned my way. I was immediately pounced on by the concierge. She was dressed very very nicely with very high designer heels and could have easily been a model.
I had to wait a few minutes while she tried to find the person I had to see (as they have a gender neutral name, I was not sure if it would be a man or a woman). My potential boss turned out to be a woman and was if anything even more attractive and well dressed than the concierge. Looking as if she stepped out of Vogue in a pale aqua dress I felt like a line backer in a frock from Walmart.
We conversed for a minute, all interviews would take place after the long weekend. I thanked the super model and walked out, head held high, not looking back afraid that I would see them laughingly putting my resume in the round file.
I should not be so chagrined, woman have been judged on their appearance in the workforce forever.
Contemplating my lack of super model good looks but more importantly I am sure I have a cooler set of wheels
Thought I would try something new and tell my story through photos this week, yes a post everyday for seven days, talk about aiming high. Please send embarrassing praise or hate mail to comments section.
About to head out on emergency Taco Hell run in the 1972 Mark IV
The Mark cooling down after a highway run, just like the 59 Caddy this car loves the interstate and hates puttering around town.
Missing my Vette, vintage seventies "Wrap YourAss in Fiberglass" t-shirt, cleaning the house in preparation for visit by friends from university days. The colour is in this season!
Guys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses......
And without.
Lake Ontario at twilight, park where I have taken children to play a few times last week to expend end of day energy
On the weekend I cleaned the garage, the poor 59 Cadillac was surrounded by boxes, tools, tires and the trunk had become an impromptu storage area of other projects. By the end of the weekend I had freed her from imprisonment but had not had time to get her started.
Tuesday afternoon I began the usually laborious process of bringing her back to life. Once the battery received a top up charge the huge gold twin snorkel air cleaner would be removed revealing the tri-power carburetor set up. My 59 has the optional Q engine option, the standard 390 being equipped with three two barrel carburettors. Similar to a 64 GTO but with a vacuum operated instead of progressive linkage.
If you leave her sitting for more than a week or two the fuel drains back from the carbs and the centre carb must be primed before starting. Using a small cup of high test, small amounts of gasoline are dribbled into the carb and then the car cranked until the fuel pump can deliver suck enough from the tank to fill the centre carbs bowl and fuel line.
She wanted to run and obliged by bursting into life almost immediately, within minutes she was backed out into the bright sunlight. The AM tube radio had quit working last season and I took a few minutes to examine the wiring under the dash. The goddess of vintage cars was smiling and it turned out to be just a fuse. Once a 9 Amp fuse was located and the tubes warmed up The Ronettes came blasting through the speakers, magical. I just sat there in the warm summer sunshine listening Ronnie's amazing voice making the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
Later the girls and I took her on cruise along the lakeshore and to a park to fly kites, a lovely evening. Later I met my friend (another Cadillac fan) for coffee. On the way home much too late with the top down in the cool night air, Bobby Darrin singing, Beyond the Sea I felt like I was in a scene from Mad Men, Betty rather than Don of course.
Oh one more car story, five minutes into our maiden voyage, the Caddy starts to run rough and we can smell gas. I pull over into a side street shut her down and pop the hood (yes I do have a fire extinguisher in the trunk). No flames but the rear carb was wet with fuel, most likely the float had stuck. No tools on hand I improvised and grabbed the hard plastic comb in my handbag, a few whacks on the fuel bowl and we were back on the road!
I will adore you for eternity…
well worn copy of the 59 shop manual
Yes the 59 is the car I am considering selling to fund FFS, a car I have owned since I was 16 and although I know it shouldn't be it is a hard decision. Car guys and gals will understand.
My first article in a non automotive magazine has just been published. The latest issue of Frock has my review of the documentary I Am A Woman Now. It is a reworking of my blog on the same subject.
The magazine did a great job on the layout, see page 26. Lots of other great articles to enjoy.
You can download the magazine for free, make sure join their mailing list at http://bit.ly/gsfrock.
If you want anything done you have to do it yourself.
No I don't mean SRS! I had completed the necessary cosmetic repairs on my 76 Electra and realized it was time for an oil change and a chassis lube. Both jobs are a rather dirty and messy affair. Perhaps time to leave such tasks to the guys….professional mechanics that is.
I dropped by a oil change/repair franchised shop that advertised a price less than supplies would cost me. I pulled up in the Seville as I exited I could hear the guys in the shop remarking on the "old" Caddy. A less friendly reception from the woman behind the counter.
Asked to confirm the price of oil,filter lube on an older V8 Buick she snapped, well what kind, year etc. Its a 455 I said , "well what model" was here terse reply, giving me a look that said stupid bitch….as if the model makes any difference.
Its an Electra Limited Landau Custom Coupe. Anyway they wanted to charge me an extra 13 dollars for the extra litre of oil the 455 would need plus they would have to charge extra for my rare filter. I turned on my heel and left with a polite no thank you.
GM Goodwrench was much more friendly and had the filter in stock. Nevertheless I did the job myself. Emerged from under the car with all nails intact for a change and the satisfaction of knowing the job was done correctly.
Girls, learn how to change your own oil. Yes a dirty job but you will save money and a little time on your back….under your car will help you identify any potential future problems.
Sunday was spent cleaning the garage and garden shed, more hot, dirty work. Had to stack some 20 inch rims and tires above my head, OMG I have definitely lost upper body strength. Photo is me hot, sweaty and no makeup.
Perhaps I should have called this post smoke and mirrors...
Have to share a quick story. I am coming back from my mothers with my two youngest in the back seat of the Electra. At the stop light a large black Chevy Avalanche pulls up and a rather handsome African American man compliments my car and asks some questions about her.
To show off a little I hold the brake for a few seconds and manage to pull of a respectable and rather loud burn out (455 V8 has 510 ft pounds of torque, that is more than a Hemi). At the next light he leans over and says, "damn girl you are turning me on". LOL
Put another check mark in the pass column.
No children were harmed in the making of this blog post.
The other evening got together with Genni to watch the three episodes of Hit & Miss, wow, episode 3 had me teary eyed but the conclusion provided the necessary catharsis moment. I won't spoil it for any of you if you have not seen it yet.
Thanks to all my readers, just surpassed 100 members….Thanks Everybody!!!
Hope you didn’t mind the shorts and mini skirts, I know I am too old for the mini skirt, jury is out on the shorts. Never thought I would have the guts to wear shorts. I have worn them while working outside and while biking with the children.
Last two weeks my eyes have been driving me crazy, quite painfully so. I have had three different visits to optometrists and my doctor none revealed any problems. Starting to think it is stress related, not contacts, not air conditioning or allergies….hormones???.
Just finished another car article to be published, this one on the Bucciali Tav 32 and a modern kustom tribute. Also have an upcoming article in Frock magazine and my story n the Green Hornet's Black Beauty Imperial is as they say now on news stands.
Oddball Kustom's Bucciali tribute "The Bootch"
A shout out to the TV show Hit & Miss. The first episode was on You Tube and the series seems worth watching. Finally a positive transsexual role model, a single parent and assassin. I found Chloe Sevigny's portrayal pretty realistic (well of course she passes) as she exudes the doubt and fear we all feel plus a strength of character that we all need to survive transition. I will admit a guilty pleasure at seeing her beat up the village bully.
My good friend Genni ordered a copy of season one from the UK and I am looking forward to the viewing party.
The Electra is back on the road consuming huge quantities of crushed dinosaur juice, makes me appreciate the slightly smaller dimensions and fuel economy of the 1985 Cadillac Seville.
