Daily Reminder

Inspired by this meme:

…I asked the question:  “Never mind 50 years ago.  How about 60 years ago?”

So here’s the first of such considerations:

Monday – Friday for the next two weeks…

Bygone Broads 8

Some have you may have been wondering what kind of posters I had hanging in my dorm room back at Hogwarts St. John’s College.  Wonder no more (right-click to embiggen) — behold the Austin Healey Mk III from the late 1960s:

And for the Healey’s companion on the wall over my bed, the exquisite Claudia Cardinale:

I still feel stirrings, all these years later, on both accounts.  A fitting end, I think, to this series.

Phoniness & Fakery

I almost, but not quite had a Red Cloud Of Blood (RCOB) moment when I saw this little piece of snot:

The biggest automaker in the world is reportedly working on an electric vehicle prototype that mimics the feel of driving a manual transmission, complete with a gear shift that’s not connected to anything and a floor-mounted speaker to pipe in fake engine noises. The car will even pretend to stall out if you fumble the controls — in order to deliver drivers the complete experience of driving a manual car.

…in other words, turning their already-shit cars into the automotive equivalent of a RealDoll.

Here’s my thought on the matter:  what with the Kardashians, CNN and Gavin Newsom (to name but some examples), I think we’ve got all the fake shit we need around here.

The thing that stopped me from a full-blown RCOB and made this just a Tut-Tut Moment was the recollection that I’m never going to own or even drive an electric car, ever.  It would be like Macy’s announcing that they’re going to be selling onion-flavored toffee — nauseating, yes;  but I never shop at Macy’s, I’m not in the toffee market, and am therefore unaffected.

And as for a “gear shift that’s not connected to anything”, I can think of no better description of Joe Biden.

Bygone Broads 7

In this, the penultimate of the series for now, we look at another two examples of teenage boys’ boner-starters of a bygone era.  First, the 1965 Ford Shelby Mustang GT 350:

…and as their contemporaneous companion piece, so to speak, the pouty Brigitte Bardot:

 

What a pair.

Just Stupid

I see that Eyetie supercar maker Pagani has made a new one:

It’s called the Codalunga, which I assume is Italian for “Fat-Ass”:

But that’s not the ridiculous part of the Kardashian-styled kar.  The interior is worse.

Hands up those who can think of at least two sexual innuendos contained in the design… oh, all of you, huh?

The most charitable thing I can say about those seats is that as a supercar, of course, the Codawhatsit won’t have any cupholders;  but at least you’d be able to wedge a Big Gulp in your crotch without freezing yer dangler/ladyparts.

And if the center dashboard console brings to mind the name of the Irish airline…

[exit, laughing sardonically]