I apologize dear readers for not posting for a while, I have some blog posts written and pictures and music to share but my heart has not been in it.
So instead let me leave you with some words of wisdom from Don Draper while I work on giving another under paid freelance blow job to an undeserving car company.
The universe is indifferent,
April
PS. Hope you all are watching the Walking Dead this evening, it’s a documentary right?
PSS. Sometimes despair gets the better of me (as some of my posts attest) and I want to surrender but I guess I am just a stubborn bitch who would rather die fighting.
Beautiful sunny weekend here with plus degree temperatures that had the whole street come alive. Children on bikes and families talking with each other outside.
I was not the only one taking advantage of the warm weather to wash the winter grime from their cars. The Lincoln received a wash and vacuum as did "family truckster" Chrysler Town & Country. Took ages with extra fine steel wool to get the factory chrome rims clean of baked on brake dust. Ugh so much for my nails.
A weekend highlight was getting the 1977 Jaguar XJS out on Saturday. As the roads were dry I drove her to Oakville to help out at Genni's pub for a few hours.
The cool evening air meant I didn't have to worry about overheating issues (she runs great but I don't like where the temp gauge sits in hot weather. I want to upgrade to a bigger aluminium rad to avoid a summer traffic jam catastrophe.....the aluminum engine reacts fatally to overheating).
Anyway the V12 feels more like a jet turbine and makes me grin from ear to ear, blasting along in the fast lane then taking the off ramp at speed was an amazing feeling. This low mileage one owner car doesn't feel quite new but is darn close.
The XJS doesn't get the kudos or price of its seventies contemporaries, the Ferrari 400 or Lamborghini Espada but is easily their equal if not better. I would go so far as comparing the XJS to the million dollar 1968-1973 Ferrari Daytona.
Pity mine is the colour of a seventies stove:
adult toy?
Ok prepare to get all misty eyed at this Jaguar sales film, I think I watched it twenty times in a row. Look for the famous number 44 racing XJS at 1:03 and Canadian cold weather testing at 2:25.
On March 5, 2013, Fox Sports officially announced that it would re-launch Speed as Fox Sports 1. In corporate marketing speak that means the channel is history.I don’t think I turned it on more than twice in the last few years.
After spending almost a decade making automotive television programs for the Charlotte based channel I can’t help feeling a degree of schadenfreude.
For someone obsessed by all things internal combustion the channel was pretty good back in the old Roger Werner, Speedvision days before being purchased by News Corp.
As an independent production company we lived or died by the decisions of Speed executives.Each season we went through hell, left to wonder if our contract would be renewed. On a limited budget we created the best television possible, sometimes even creating something you might see on Britain’s Top Gear if they were having an off day.
We pitched killer ideas for new shows only to be met with blank stares of incomprehension, we would be asked to change it up but when we asked what they wanted they would say, “we don’t know but we will tell you if we see it.” No one at Speed was a car guy or gal.
In an effort to keep them happy we traveled to South Africa, France, Italy and Germany to capture new stories. We filmed inside Ferrari and Maserati(I once owned a 3500 GT project car…or rather basket case but that is a tale for another time) we alternately froze and sweltered on racetracks across North America.
My real complaint is that the people running Speed were not car guys, in fact they had no idea about the topic their channel was dedicated to. In my many meetings and conference calls with Speed not one of the people I met with drove an interesting new car, raced, did their on wrenching or had a project car hidden in the garage. Plain Jane sedans and mini vans were the mainstay of Speeds parking lot.
Believe it or not I judged them even harsher then as I used cars as an emotional tool to block out the constant voices of transition in my head. Any man who did not have grease under his nails, spend all night in the garage working on a ground up restoration was beneath contempt.
Could I have saved Speed if I was in charge of programming? Not sure but I would have made sure they had some real car shows.
True story:
On a spin off show we made for three seasons, the host reviewing an upmarket sport compact called it a real MILF car. We received a call from Speed after they saw the episode asking that we do not use obscure automotive terms that not all viewers might understand.
It is amazing how a little sun can brighten ones mood. This winter has been a tough one, especially as we all got off so easy last year.
It was below freezing yesterday but the sun made it at least look like spring, birds were even singing. As the roads were dry I decided to charge the battery on the Thunderbird use my meager gas budget to pick up the children from school. No real difference in cost taking the T-Bird over the Lincoln as they are both powered by 460 cubic inch V8s.
The 73-76 T-Birds just seem to be smiling at you
The Thunderbird does seem to have a tighter torque converter and more responsive gearing so it is a blast to drive around town. The rear wheels want to break free at every traffic light when one has a heavy heel.
The rad might have a slight leak, so I am keeping my eye on that, I believe I have a spare from a 72 Mark IV tucked away somewhere. Free is good.
The last two weeks have been busy pumping out a series of automotive business articles for Canadian AutoWorld, a dealer focused magazine.
The rest of the month is dedicated to a very difficult and time consuming edit project for an industry directory.
Certainly glad for the freelance work but my real goal remains a career position in marketing.
The Lincoln was in for an oil change, I usually do it myself but one it was too cold, two my friend had given me a coupon for a free service at a local garage. I arrived early and had a nice conversation with the shop owner. Lots of car magazines in the waiting room. He was a big MOPAR fan and we chatted about cars for ages, his quote, “You are a fascinating woman, I could talk to you all day.” And Is your husband into cars as well?”
Mark IV oil change, check out banana bike on wall!
The seventies Stutz revival cars came up in conversation, wouldn’t you know it the magazine with my article on them was right in front of us sitting on top of a pile of Hot Rod magazines!I so wanted to claim credit for the article but it had my old name on it.
Stutz Blackhawk prototype
Speaking of names, my name change is all official right down to my drivers licence and health card. Passport next.
Good news from CAMH today that I am approved for surgery. Still very much hurry up and wait as their positive findings have to then be approved in turn by the Ministry of Health. Only then an appointment for surgery can be made.
Fingers crossed things move swiftly and smoothly as the T-Bird did yesterday afternoon.
Heard on the car radio last week, still sounds so clear and amazing for 1958.
Hugs,
April
PS. photo of me is from Sunday before I went grocery shopping, hate my massive forehead, which I try and hide most of the time, really want to get my hair line moved surgically.
I always wanted to be a starlet….with apologies to Goodfellas.
I secretly idolized the blonde bombshells of the fifties, preferring Mamie Van Doren and Jayne Mansfield to the mainstream fascination with Ms. Monroe.
Then there was home grown Diana Dors. Like Jayne she had a thing for Cadillacs, a rarer trait in conservative Britain. Her most famous was her first, a 1955 series 62 baby blue convertible that she took with her to France. On the streets of London it caused a sensation, pastel and chrome, people ran after it having never seen something so cool.
I heard rumours she had a 1959 Cadillac like moi. One hire firm claimed to have a pink 59 Eldorado convertible that belonged to her. Seemed too good a story to be true, I had never seen any candid or publicity photos showing her with her over the top automotive counterpart. Last year I found a photo of her with just part of the rear fin visible, clearly a 59 but it could have been taken when she lived the States. Finally last night proof an official fan site. A 1959 series 62 convertible (not Eldorado), you can tell by the single row of teeth in the rear grill and Cadillac V and crest on the trunk lid it is not the very similar Eldorado model. The best part is the licence plate DD 200 !
It is a black and white picture…would it be too much to assume it was painted pink?
Extra:
Amazingly her house, Orchard Manor still stands much as it was in 1984 when she sadly died of cancer. Jayne’s pink palace was torn down. I hope Diana’s home survives and is not redeveloped. It is totally Hollywood and should be preserved as a historic site. http://www.dianadors.co.uk/orchard_manor_41.html
