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Mrs Blast seems to have a good eye for capturing the interesting unusual detail.
Tom
Oh .......My ......God.
I hope you are now going to drive this car 'in the manner intended' or (and you could nearly be forgiven for this) parking it as close a possible to the centre of your lounge room and admiring it 24/7 ;) It is lierally a work of art......
All the best
Cam
That's what I'm talkin about...
This is awesome. No detail goes unnoticed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Flunder
I demand an 85 page photo spread in the next Esses with Tilton and Wells manning the cameras. What a stunning car.
Here the lens explores sun light dappling plexi
reflecting off smooth mandrel bent tubes of alu
subsumed in black vinyl and blue green tartan wool
Tom,
I've been less active on this board over the past year after selling my 69t. (I'll be back soon).
Thank you for sharing the project to the world in such a detailed and articulate manner. I also want to congratulate you on taking care to document the build with quality photos.
Well done, I hope one day to see and hear the car in the flesh.
Raj,Quote:
Originally Posted by varunan123
Thank you for your thought provoking post. I will try to respond to all your questions.
You point out that it has been a long and winding road to get the project car to its current state. On this, we all agree!
You inquired after its planned use, to which I respond that its role is to be what I refer to as an “event car,” one that can be taken to RiTV or Parade or a Rich Taylor style socially oriented rally. Its just for fun so I hope to get it out to a few events so that other people can enjoy seeing it or even just complain that the color is too funky, the parts wasted on a hot rod, , that the orange color in the light weight hood badge is two shades too light, it has RSR shocks on the back, that no factory built ST was ever known to roll out of the Race Department with this level of finish and detail, etc.
But for me, its pretty much exactly what the doctor ordered. In fact, the project came out a lot better than I hoped. I did not realize how intensely interesting I would find it once finished. I admit to being really floored by it when Scott, Ken and Jim had me stop by one Saturday to look it over. I like just about everything about this one. So to answer your question, I feel pretty good about it.
This was a big project for me in terms of time and effort. I was fortunate to find not only the parts but also a team that was at least as enthusiastic as the rest of us and Auto Associates put very strong effort into meeting the objectives of the build with grace and style. While they do this sort of stuff all the time, just like other specialty shops such as TLG, TRE etc, it would be a tough act for me to follow and in any event it would not be prudent at my age to attempt a sequel to this one.
This is my last hot rod.
The truth is, it doesn’t yet feel like it is complete and Gib recently confided that these sorts of projects may never really end and maybe that’s true. I know there are still a few bits I would like to find, a few tricks to be incorporated into the build once I find out how it should be done and some as yet undiscovered ST lore to be shared with the board.
Sithot related a remark from a fellow board member that this one already has more original ST parts than most original factory STs. To that I would add only that on the project all those disparate parts fit together in a pleasing, cohesive manner. Interestingly, none of the race stuff fought back in assembly; the race bits all went together as if they were all made for this car. Now the production car stuff was a different matter – that stuff did fight back now and then!
Even Jim Newton grudgingly admits, it looks pretty good for an old car, especially one built mostly from used parts that had been sitting in the attics, basements and spares bins of old timers like me for 40 years.
Across the spectrum of human endeavor it is our nature to assign dates, perhaps to compartmentalize events within the convenient bookends of beginnings and endings, starts and finishes, the alpha and the omega. Not too infrequently, such conventions ill serve to reflect the true nature of things. Take this project for example.
It started with a memory.
Not the sort of memory that sits ever present at the forefront of daily thought but more the kind that slips into a recess of the mind and lies hidden for decades, only to be brought forth by a random association.
I better explain. It was a balmy spring evening in 1974 and I had just set out on 3rd Avenue heading down town for dinner. As I approached the intersection of 72nd & 3rd I met with an unexpected surprise. Maybe it was the was the way the light spilled from the street lamp and reflected off the flared fender of a car sitting curbside.
It surprised me because in those days the Porsche 911 was pretty much invisible to me; I was a 356 guy whose mind’s eye elevated to perfection a silver gray A coupe with Rudge wheels, USA over riders and a red gut.
But the light ivory 911 curbside to my passage that evening was different. Instead of being invisible, it was positively magnetic. It sat on Fuchs sevens and nines, its shape altered most alluringly by well rounded haunches with simple tape lettering substituting for the standard elaborate trim. I remember tensing up as it pulled me in for a closer look. Inside, a rollbar and a pair of fixed back buckets stared back in mute testimony of intent to race.
It was the same sort of tense feeling I remembered from years earlier when my buddy next door showed me the Colt auto sitting in his old man’s desk drawer. Its worn, oily, Parkerized finish only heightened the sensation of confronting the forbidden. Just like that nasty old Colt, this particular 911 looked flat out illegal. In other words, it was nearly perfect.
After confronting the 911 parked near the intersection of 72nd & 3rd it seemed that 356s became alot less interesting. But at the same time I never saw another 911 in the flesh like that one, and its allure seemingly faded from memory. The decades passed and other cars came and went but never another Porsche.
Then one evening I happened across Curt's thread Random Historical Porsche Racing Pics and therein appeared a phalanx of the almost forgotten warriors dressed out like the car at 72nd & 3rd. Wide body slick back coupes.
My shoulders tensed up just looking at them. Maybe it was the way the light spilled off the computer screen.
Across the spectrum of human endeavor it our nature to assign dates, perhaps to compartmentalize events within the convenient bookends of beginnings and endings, starts and finishes, the alpha and the omega. Not too infrequently, such conventions ill serve to reflect the true nature of things. Take this project for example.
It started with a memory.
Not the sort of memory that sits ever present at the forefront of daily thought but more the kind that slips into a recess of the mind and lies hidden for decades, only to be brought forth by a random association.
Well if thats not the introduction to the book 'Another Hot Rod' by Tom C there's something wrong with the world....... ;) Bob Tilton you need to cross country and collaborate!