Robert Bechtle is the painter.
Trucks, cars, highways, landscape, good writing. "You cannot travel on the path, before you have become the Path itself."
Thursday, January 10, 2019
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Robert Bechtle 1964 Chevrolet Impala
Robert Bechtle 1964 Impala
Monday, January 7, 2019
Redbrick 1951 Chevrolet 3100
Tim Dewart saw the truck in Boston. Here's another 3100 we saw in Colorado Springs last year.
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Aston-Martin V12 & Range Rover Velar
Cambridge (Mass.) used to be a Volvo village, back in the days of sturdy Swedish boxmobiles. (See Stanley Fish's essay, "The Unbearable Ugliness of Volvos") But then the city cut loose its rent-control chains and went on a shopping spree. And college professors are so...over. These days, many AI guys and Start-up Princelings need an Aston Martin. Didn't Cmdr. Bond drive one, in the Sixties films?

In the books, it was a supercharged Bentley.
These days the Aston-Martin looks best with a matching Range Rover, a Velar--one species of L-R that will likely never see service on the veldt. Born Free? I don't think so. This babe was born for the better zip codes.


In the books, it was a supercharged Bentley.
These days the Aston-Martin looks best with a matching Range Rover, a Velar--one species of L-R that will likely never see service on the veldt. Born Free? I don't think so. This babe was born for the better zip codes.

Friday, January 4, 2019
Ford F-350 SuperDuty "We are the boys with the money in the bank!"
AL has been posting rust and dust from West Texas recently, so today we thought to expand our coverage of the American vehicle vernacular.
Seeing the Polo wagon reminded me of a ditty my father sang to me, decades ago, as we walked across the McGill University campus, where some undergraduates were tossing a football around. HHB would have remembered it from the 1930s, though the reference to a swimming "tank" possibly dates it even further back.
"Football, baseball,
Swimming in the tank
We are the boys with the money in the bank!"
Seeing the Polo wagon reminded me of a ditty my father sang to me, decades ago, as we walked across the McGill University campus, where some undergraduates were tossing a football around. HHB would have remembered it from the 1930s, though the reference to a swimming "tank" possibly dates it even further back.
"Football, baseball,
Swimming in the tank
We are the boys with the money in the bank!"
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