A few weeks back, I was handed a United Way pledge card, scribbled $20.00 on the paycheck line and tossed it back on the coordinator’s desk.
Later, emails thanking me for my generous contribution to the Arts and Entertainment Council arrived. Oops. They thanked me with two theater tickets and a viewing of our Partner’s car collection. By Partner I assume they mean Partner of God, because there is no one else on his level or above.
He has very nice cars.
I was on my best behavior, and not only did I ask if photos were allowed, I spoke unto the Partner and asked if I could put the photos on my blog. And thus it is so.
Sweet little tangerine car, I do not know your engine size, I only know I love you. However, you are not my favorite car.
Anne at work is a Deliberate Supporter of the Arts, and this was her favorite:
There were mostly American cars, I think. Like this ‘Vette:
However in the midst of sportscars, signage, and toys there were two 1930’s cars. One, a lovely yellow model with an a-oooga horn and a rumble seat:
… and another, a car that so hypnotized me I did not GET A PHOTO OF IT.
There’s a blurry peek at it in the upper right corner of this photo:
But I searched for a photo of a red 1937 Cord Supercharged 812 Phaeton Convertible with whitewall tires, front wheel drive and of course, retractable headlamps.
This is close.
Well, only “mine” is red.
I said unto the Partner that the Cord had been my car in a past life.
“Oh, you think you drove a Cord?”
“Driven. I was driven in that car.”
10 responses to “Convertibles That Pass in the Night”
My Dad had a series of “project cars” when I was a little kid, and one of them was an old Cord. Bright red.Thanks for the memories!
I never think much about cars until I see something like this. And in a tiny, way out of the way town I commute through, there’s an old-fashioned mechanics’ garage. In front of the building, there are beautiful cars that I don’t recognize. Because, of course, they are Lotuses (Loti?), Lambhorgini (sp?) and Rolls Royces. Srsly? In Nowheresville, New Jersey? Huh!
I am SO PROUD of you for asking permission so that we can continue working together.Partner of God is a cool man, isn’t he?
Rockycat – That would be cool to be able to refurbish as car. We were debating if the Partner worked on his own cars. Becs – I was thinking Gary and I should hunt out some parking lot auto shows. Its something you dont have to understand to appreciate.Caroline – Before I got in Anne reorted I had spoken directly to the Partner and rumors I had mouthed off began immediately.
I’m salivating over here. I think I was that warehouse in my past life.Did you sent the Partner a link to your blog(with a note to open it at home, of course)? I’m sure he’d like to see his cars online.
Hot Mom – my exact words. “It was very kind of you to allow us to take photographs. I have a blog and I’d like to use it to explain what I did today, and show the photos. Of course it’s perfectly all right if you say no.””Fine, as long as you don’t give the address.””All they might know is it’s probably somewhere in Saint Louis. And I never use the name of the company.”The last part was not really germane but I imagine he might feel better knowing I’m keeping his privacy.
Please tell me he offered to take you for a ride.
Magpie – not at all. That would be Inappropriate.
There is nothing that can really defeat vintage cars! They are just so sophisticated and luxurious. I get pumped up to watch “Mafia Movies” because of cars like these ones.
Patrick Gauer – If only I could rent one somewhere…