Saturday, July 31, 2010

In The Pits

My car pulled up lame last night with a bum foot. I nursed it for a mile to the repair shop this morning and walked home. We've all been there at one time or another.

Oh the joys of automobile ownership.

Motorcycle tire change on the Eastern Front during WWII. via

Teenaged boys, who are junior members of the Molesters Club (as indicated by large "M"s sewn on the seats of their pants) rather than using a jack, simply lift the car so that the one pulling on tire can change it. Photo by Nina Leen. LIFE. 1945.

Don't change a tired without gloves, the tire could have ran over sap and could cause Poison Ivy. Photo by Al Fenn. LIFE. 1949.

A pit stop and driver change for the #7 Alfa of Peter Revson and Rolf Stommelen.(Photo by Lou Galanos) via

Steve McQueen in Bullitt. Pretty sure his 'stang needed a tire change after filming this scene! 1968.

Supermodel Angela Lindvall makes a strong case for proper tire maintenance.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Art of Surf Photography: John Severson

Big Surf Event

"In this crowded world, the surfer can still seek and find the perfect day, the perfect wave, and be alone with the surf and his thoughts...."
- John Severson

I received my first subscription to Surfer Magazine when I was 18 years old. It was an event when it arrived in my mail and I'd turn to those gorgeous full page spreads of colorful reefbreaks in far off distant lands. My college dormmates and I would argue over who had the sickest shreds and the gnarliest wipeouts; checking out the boards and racks as if we were speaking of girlfriends. In a way we were because we loved surfing.

Severson's vision created that publication and his legacy lives on through millions of people that wait patiently, each month, by their mailboxes.


The Curl. 1962.

Sunset Beach Drop. 1961.

Standing Island Pullout. 1959.

Rincon Cruise. 1960.

Mickey Munoz "The Quasimodo". 1959.

Kemp Aaberg at Rincon. 1959.

Hang Ten. 1959.

Hammond's Reef. 1964.

Greg Noll. Pipeline. 1964. "Da Bull".

Banzai Beach. 1959.


Wild Angels.


Soup Arch.

Golden Age.

His bestselling book, Surf Fever, is out of print. A few copies may still be available for sale on his website.

Here's a short preview of his legendary surf movie, Pacific Vibrations:

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Retro Obsession: CHiPs

The overacting. The stud cop/dopey cop/buddy cop relationships. The hair. The "tough" yet paternal Sgt. Gatraer. The bow-chick-a-wah-wah music. The dream-like late 70s LA smog. The Seven Mary Three and Seven Mary Four callsigns. The ridiculous plotlines. The "accident". The rumbling Kawasakis. The melodrama. The LA Freeways. The cool toys. And, Ponch.

All of which fuel my retro obsession over the CHiPs tv show. The best motorcycle porn on the tube.

Just check out those closeups!

Wait a minute, who's that guy signing autographs!

Saturday, July 24, 2010

The 'Mad Men' Look Contest: Final Results

Remember the Mad Men Look Contest that I entered?

*Spoiler alert* I lost.

I knew once that the heavy hitters started rolling in that I didn't have a shot in hell. There's no way that I can possibly compete with houses designed in the mid-century by award winning architects. Nope. Ain't happening folks. But I was contacted once by a Post employee so at least I felt like I was still in the running.

Just check out the winners already.


These photos are incredible. Thankfully the pilot is still alive.

Pilot Capt. Brian Bews ejects as his a CF-18 fighter jet plummets to the ground during a practice flight at the Lethbridge County Airport on Friday, July 23 for the weekend airshow in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. "He is alive and we believe right now that his injuries are non-life-threatening," Canadian Forces Capt. Nicole Meszaros told CBC News.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

You're Always Sure With DeJur!

UPDATE (7/22/2010): I went back this afternoon and the shit was gone. Oh well, at least we learned a little something. Now back to our lives...

A couple of months ago I inherited a whole mess of records from a client. They have been sitting on the floor of my living room collecting dust and taking up negative space. So after sorting, listening, and removing all of the junky ones (the 1970 M.A.S.H. film soundtrack was unbearable), I finally took them down to a local thrift store this afternoon for donation.

Now, it is a well known fact that I am a sucker for the more unusual finds at flea markets and thrift stores, but let me start by saying that today's discovery has me completely baffled:

What you're looking at is a DeJur-Amsco Corp (made in New York) Custom 8mm movie projector. Spotting a $15 price tag and a retractable chord in fantastic shape I deliberated in my head for a solid ten minutes on whether or not I should buy this thing. I eventually walked away because I just HAD to do research on it first (what can I say, I'm a history nerd).

Unfortunately there isn't a lot of info available out on the internets, and what I have found has been contradictory. I've narrowed down the manufacturing date of this model to sometime in the 1960s, and it is either a 750 as seen in the ad above, or is a 1000 as pictured here. It is missing the carrying case, among other things, and to be frank I have absolutely no idea if it even works.

What I have discovered is that in prime working condition these things sell for $195 on eBay; which is around the original retail price. Calculating inflation from that time period to today (1957-2007 = 639.56%), that original 1960s price tag would be equivalent to $1200 today. So what we're saying here is that this projector wasn't cheap. It also means I should give this whole issue a rest.

I feel like I need it in my life, but I'm NOT always sure with DeJur!

I just happened to come across this surfing film on YouTube shot on an 8mm video cam - Galveston, Texas in the early 70s. Pretty cool:


Barbie's Mile High Club

Aloha from Hawaii! Vintage 1972 Barbie United Friend Ship Playset.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

A Day At The Airport. Continued.

On Saturday I took a trip up to the Bay Bridge airport in Maryland to check out the new family wagon.

A few months ago my dad entered into a lease-buyback program with the folks that operate Chesapeake Sport Pilot. The program has exploded in popularity which has resulted in a lack of airplanes for the students. It had become nearly impossible to schedule flight lessons on a weekend given the backlog.

By owning the airplane it is readily available whenever he wants to fly it, it is stored and maintained in their brand new hangar, and the school pays for the use of the plane. It also means that when I enter back into the workforce full time I can start my lessons at a far cheaper rate.

So this past Saturday was my first visit to see the plane and experience her joys for myself. It is a 2008 Technam P2002 Sierra. It is an Italian plane formerly owned by the President of the company. Oh, and she flies like a dream.

The iPhone photos are terrible.

Midsommar: U.S. Royalty

I may be totally late to the party here but I've just hit upon a DC area band called U.S. Royalty that have built up quite the following.

Their music is refreshingly honest without all of the built up "hipster wanna-be-ness" that tends to circulate around sensitive indie dudes with beards and tattoos.

I suggest you check them out on their MySpace page.