Top 10 Cars to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse

I have been working on a longer post and film review but I just found out my zombie article was finally available on the digital edition of World Of Wheels magazine, the print copy has been on newsstands since February.

http://edition.pagesuite-professional.co.uk/digitaleditions.aspx?tab=0&pid=db20915c-ffb5-4c6e-8103-4c207b464780

Skip to page 34 for the zombie article and page 14 for Rust Never Sleeps

There is also an another article by me and under my new/real name of April and first! The second article is no a slightly less timely topic Rust proofing, yeah I know not quite as gripping just still of interest to any of you who live in the rust belt. or above the snow line.  Still lots of cool pictures and the art department at the magazine did an excellent job putting it all together. Look closer and you might even spot me in the article..no not as a zombie, though I do resemble one on waking up more often than not.

Above photo comes from yesterdays grocery shopping safari, sudden rain shower, meant localized wet t shirt contest, my hair and I were unimpressed.

As to the best cars to survive the inevitable zombie apocalypse, I thought it would be boring to just list my choices, Cadillac, Lincoln etc but get the opinions of some automotive "celebrities"  who will still take my calls.  Feel free to add your own choices and why, perhaps we can interest them in a sequel.

You Look Better as a Blonde

Passing and Maybe Not ....

Park on Sunday, chat with an older gentleman while waiting for children..pass

Testing driving a seventies T-Bird, passed with owner, asked how my husband would respond if I bought an old car, his buddy seemed to paying me more undue attention....think he suspected something.

While riding around on bike, taking daughter to get a one dollar slushy two or three guys asked me or commented on my cool old bike, supply teacher at school, oh you look so cute on that…so pass I think.

Have actually chatted with teller and fellow customers  at check out, even started conversations…pass unknown. Well no one pulled out a cross and made evil eye gestures.

At bank (as account is still in my old name had to show male id), after what seemed like a few minutes of looking at me then the car then back to me again, the teller, deadpans, you look better as a blonde.

Went to my first ever cruise night as April, drove the Seville and parked besides my friend Don's 64 Imperial convertible. Chatted with the owner of a 75 Buick convertible (I have a 76 Electra), he is a fellow Elvis fan so we quickly got on to talking about Stutz Blackhawks. I said I used to have a red 76 that belonged to King Fahd but now have a 71 model. He immediately goes, oh you must be (insert male name here) WTF....don't I look a LOT different. "Oh yes but remember I met you five years ago when you were having the interior done and were kind enough to show me the car and take photos". 

Guess I made an impression.....

Hugs,

April

Greatest Car Chase Ever

I will brook no disagreement but will allow incorrect alternative opinions to be offered….because I am magnanimous like that.

This amazing scene comes from an italo-actioner of a movie called the Sicilian Cross (aka Street People) starring Roger Moore (most handsome Bond) and Stacy Keach. Some movie chases succeed despite their choice of automobile, i.e. to Live and Die in La… plain jane Caprice sedans, others are enhanced by the automotive participants. 

This is definitely the latter, a mid seventy Ford LTD (typical cop car) and a 75 or 76 special silver edition Thunderbird. The 72-76 Thunderbird shares its basic engineering and chassis with the Lincoln Mark IV of which I have much experience. They go like stink but corner like the designers never heard of a curve.

So to my amazement the stunt diver manages to drift this Thunderbird like some tuner boy's Toyota, you have to see it to believe it. Motivation comes from a 460 (that's 7.5 liters for you Euro types), rubber is 235/75 R15 radials. 

Check out the video below, love the way Roger Moore is hanging on for dear life, oh turn down the sound so you can just hear the engines and tires but play this instrumental track at the same time:

Bullitt is good but not my favourite, here is an interesting French take on the Steve McQueen theme (hat tip to Cass) Le Marginal:

My First Honey

No not talking about a boyfriend LOL, was at the gas station the other day and attempting to tank up the Seville when a voice comes over the pump’s intercom, “that’s a pre-pay pump, sorry honey you will have to use the other one”.

I felt a little stupid but was quite pleased at the honey part. Perhaps I am finally convinced I am passing. But one can never be sure...

me trying to look cool

In other news, no joy on job front, this is what I wore to my last interview, Anne Klein jacket, very conservative. As you can also see my hair is getting longer but will need to be cut and dyed really soon so I can go back to bangs to more reliably hide my hair line.

Have continued to ride the Stingray for exercise, alternating between treadmill and walking.

The 1976 Buick Electra is home temporarily to have some work on the RH fender (dent from original owner to take out. Already removed and repaired the power antenna. A snapped cable, just amazed I put it back together and it worked, rather complex semi-automatic job that raises two inches or so when you turn on the radio then height    can be adjusted as you see fit with a button on the dash.

Things are ok at home but ok in a 1980s cold war sort of détente way.  The sooner I am back to work and able to afford a place of my own (parking garage with cot?) the better. Why do I feel like I am the one from the Politburo? 

Looking forward to seeing this movie at an upcoming festival. Yes that is April Ashley in the trailer, other pioneers include Bambi and Colette Berends.

Had a lovely day after Mother’s Day lunch with my mom. The first as mother and daughter, well it certainly felt a lot different for me this year. 

Last week I wrote about Paris in the late fifties, well my mother was there as a teenager on holiday with her parents. They managed to get caught in a riot and only escaped by ducking in an alley. Tried to find historical data on line but it was such a turbulant time in French politics, likely to do with Algeria.

Gotta run, promised to take my youngest and her best friend on a bike ride then ice cream.

Hugs,

April

STINGRAY!!!

Do you ever have one of those times when a long desired dream finally comes true and it is not all you hoped for, bit of a let down actually. Well not this time cats and kittens.

I had lusted after a banana bike, muscle bike, whatever you grew up calling them since I was a child (can’t say little girl). Unfortunately I was at the tail end of the banana bike craze and ended up with a nice but sensible five speed. And the less said about the pre war (must have been WW I) bone-shaker I had at boarding school the better. A story I will save for another day. 

Growing up on a quiet crescent in Owen Sound I used to trade my roller skates for my friends CCM Mustang muscle bike (a hand me down from his older brother). No speeds, coaster bike with back pedal brakes. The wide rear red line tire meant I could pedal around the block doing extended wheelies and gravel flinging donuts. 

A few years ago Schwinn and other makes including Raleigh (to North American eyes their chopper was weird) came out with replicas of their now super collectible banana bikes. Original Schwinn Krates (Orange, Apple and Lemon Peeler) were selling for thousands. I didn’t buy one fearing I would look foolish.

The banana bike has become the lowriders, rat rod rockabilly guys and gals preferred method of getting around car shows.

The other day coming back through Toronto I spotted an adult female (admittedly) younger than me on a banana bike. Cool, I needed a bike to keep up with the children as the youngest just got her training wheels off. Spotted this early seventies Schwinn Stingray on line, originally from Pennsylvania (don’t think they were sold up here) I bought her for about what it cost new. Original down to the Schwinn nylon tires she has such a great patina I may never polish the chrome. 

Not entirely sure the springer style front end (from the Krates) was available on the Stingray but who cares this bike is boss, right down to the metallic red vinyl seat. Ok technically a boys bike but a pink Schwinn Fair Lady is rather rare.

Within minutes of getting her I was riding around grinning from ear to ear and seeing if I could still do a wheelie….yes but the landing was not pretty. I must have rode for hours, a little self conscious but got “cool bike” from teenage on lookers.

We have so much internal fear to overcome being transsexual, looking  a little eccentric on a vintage bike is all in a days work. Good exercise too, OMG I can feel it in my legs today.

My kids are lucky they have such a cool parent a fact I remind them of often.   

I Never Met a Dead Leopard I Didn’t Like

With apologizes to Will Rogers I love leopard print, glad it came back into fashion (did it ever really go away) I attribute it to my affliction for all things fifties and outré.

Found these very high heels with black and white leopard fur print and they fit! At a local thrift store…score! God knows where or when I will ever wear them but I am sure I will find an occasion. I believe they are at least five inches, as "J" would say F me pumps, I have no idea what she is on about….so much to learn still.

I think I better curtail my leopard obsession otherwise I will start to resemble Edith Prickley on SCTV. A character on the 1976-1984 Canadian comedy show that always wore leopard print.  Edith was the fictional stations manger, described as a  "an amalgam of Rona Barrett, Joan of Arc and Auntie Mame.

Too bad Cadillac never offered a leopard print interior option….oh but April I hear you saying how could you forget the 1950 Cadillac convertible show car dubbed the Debutante. The Cadillac Debutante  featured "Tawny Buff" paint, gold-plated interior hardware, and most importantly leopard skin upholstery….real leopard I bet!

GM Executive, " Chicks dig leopard print, get me the upholstery department stat..."

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Twenty Footer?

Term used here to describe a used car or even collector car that looks great from a distance but up close its myriad faults are clearly visible.

Sunday morning took my freshly washed Seville to pick up middle daughter from a birthday party sleepover.

The gleaming Caddy seemed to make an impression on the male population of the little court. As I exited the Seville an older gentleman called out what year, 1985 I answered, chiding his buddy across the street he says I told you so. 

He replies, "A beautiful car and a beautiful driver", well a double whammy compliment, can't do much better than that! Especially as I had no make up on and was just in jeans and a black sweater.

Only problem we were about twenty feet apart.

I had gone to photograph a car for an article at the shop of a former work colleague. Later when we talked on the phone he says, from twenty feet you are really hot. How is that for a backhanded compliment, and told him so. Laughing he says that is the best he can admit to since he used to know me as a guy. Hmmm I was slightly mollified.

Well I am a work in progress, nothing forty grand in facial surgery won't cure.

Hugs,

April

photo is of a heavily patinaed Mark IV in Detroit.