1952 Crosley Wagon $2500 or offer - Midwest

Once again, another deal too far away from me.

Here's what appears to be a pretty clean last-year wagon from the Indianapolis Craigslist.  

"1952 Crosley Wagon, new gas tank, rebuilt carb. and fuel pump, good tires. Fun to drive and gets lots of attention.! Low compression 1 cylinder, drive as is or great restoration project! Asking $2500."

This has been for sale for a little while- the price has been dropping from a start at $4250.   Probably a good deal for someone with a spare motor sitting around.

"So Ed Gein and Frank Lloyd Wright drive to a bar..."

Given my noted fondness for all things Crosley, I'm not surprised when friends send me Crosley-related stuff. 

Usually.

This, however, wrinkled my brow:

I'm fairly certain that infamous serial killer Ed Gein and legendary architect Frank Lloyd Wright never met, the photo above notwithstanding.  So, when my pal Davide, an Italian architect, sent a confused query about the above pic it definitely caught me by surprise.

A little google sleuthing turned up the answer- the image is from Wisconsinology, a blog devoted to all things from the Badger State.  I quickly found the same image without Gein-   showing Wright and his second wife Olgivanna in one of Wright's fleet of HotShots- someone simply  photoshopped Gein into  Olgivanna's place.  There is no explanation with the altered image, but it does link two of Wisconsin's best-known citizens.  

Though it is extremely unlikely that Wright ever encountered the reclusive Gein, he was all too close to another notorious mass murderer.

In 1914 Frank Lloyd Wright was one of the most famous architects in America.  His Prairie Houses had set a standard for modern home design, and public buildings such as the Unity Temple and the Larkin Building were some of the most advanced of their time.  Much to the chagrin of the neighbors, he lived openly with his mistress Mamah Cheney at Taliessin, his Wisconsin estate.

On August 15, 1914, while Wright was away at work, a disgruntled employee named Julian Carleton locked up the house as Cheney, her children and several guests had lunch.  Carleton poured kerosene on the grounds and set fire to the house with nine people inside.  When Cheney and the others managed to break out of the burning house, Carleton attacked them with an axe.  Of the nine people in the house that day, seven were killed, including Mamah Cheney and her two children.  No one has ever discovered why Carleton committed the crime.  He drank acid before he was captured and died in jail soon afterward.

West Coast Crosley Club 2009 Meet in Buellton

This past weekend was the 25th Anniversary meet for the West Coast Crosley Club.  The location for the meet usually moves around, but this year we were back in the same location as last year, Buellton, California.

The turnout was good- we had 20 cars this year, and lots of people.  Though we've had a few more cars at one or two of the past meets, this was by far the highest quality turnout I've ever seen- all cars were in very good shape, and all but one ran... and that one just had a dead battery I think.

There was a very wide variety of cars too.  Dave Potts brought a nice prewar  from Arizona, there were two Farm-o-Roads, two Croftons, two Hotshots (one of which changed hands at the meet), a bunch of sedans, convertibles and wagons and of course our small but devoted Hmod contingent, this year consisting of Kip Fjeld and his Miller Crosley and Lee Osborn and his Shannon Special.   I opted not to bring my mystery Hmod this year- I haven't made much progress since last year, and besides, there was no room on the trailer.

No, I didn't buy another car.  

When Frank Bell passed away earlier this year I was very sad for his family- and I was very sad for the club. Frank and Shirley have been two of the most devoted members since the very first meet- the only one they've missed was in 2001 when they couldn't get back from Europe after 9/11.  I called Shirley a few weeks ago to see if she was going to be at the meet and she said that she and their daughter Donna would be there.  She also mentioned that Frank had planned on bringing the '50 wagon this year- he'd been bringing his Crofton Bug for years- but that she didn't feel comfortable hauling it to Buellton.  

Frank and Shirley had driven that wagon to the very first meet I ever attended, coincidentally also in Buellton, in 1997.  It is one of my favorite cars on the West coast, perfectly straight and serviceable, but road-rashed enough to drive without worry.  Wheels turned in my head as I talked to Shirley and I offered to find out if someone could trailer it over to the meet if she'd like to have it there.  She was happy at the idea, and I worked on finding the wagon a ride... in the end I realized that I could do it- my Crosleys have been to plenty of meets and Frank's wagon is WAY nicer than any car I would bring.  I called Shirley and arranged to pick up the wagon in LA on Friday.  

It took a bit longer to load the car and get from LA to Buellton than I'd expected, so I got in after 8 on Friday night. That meant that I missed one of my favorite parts of the meet- the Friday night get together.  I love having the chance to connect with old friends, many of whom I see only once a year.  Friday night also gives me an extra chance to remember the names of the new folks I meet- I'm terrible with names, so every little bit helps.

The meet started at 9AM, and though I was too busy getting the Bell's wagon off the trailer to be first in line at the swap meet I still got some good stuff including a steel crank, strapped main crankcase and a Special Interest Autos mag with a long feature on Ardell Johnson's '52 Crosley wagon.   I've known Ardell a long time but I never knew that he'd been in a magazine!  

The Funkana was great this year- with so many well-prepared cars it was downright dramatic!  Here's a look at David Dinsmore's Hotshot doing the speed trial/brake test:

After the meet wound down we met up for the club dinner at a local pub- the sunset and archetypal California backdrop made for great photos of the cars that drove over from the hotel.  

After the dinner I had to hightail it for LA.  I'd promised to be back in Sacto in time for Liv's birthday dinner with her family Sunday night.  As luck would have it, the meet fell on the same weekend as an annual art event that Liv helps organize, AND her birthday, meaning that there was no way for her to make the meet this year.  I got into LA around 1AM and got six hours of sleep before I started the process of getting the Crosley off the trailer.  It took a while to get the wagon on the ground and tucked back into the Bell's garage, but I was on the road to home by 9:30.  I was so glad to have been able to bring the car to the meet, and I think it would have made Frank happy too.

With the lower speed limit for cars with trailers, the drive from LA to Sac takes about eight hours with no traffic.  That was a lot of time to reflect on the weekend and plan the impending redesign of my garage.  In the middle of my daydreaming I spotted an unmistakable shape in the distance- Ardell Johnson's magazine-star '52 wagon on its way back to Oregon.  I zipped past, honking and waving, and made it home just in time for a shower before dinner.

ONE WEEK!!!

Monterey 1986

One week to go until the 25th annual West Coast Crosley Club Meet in Buellton, California!

This year marks the 25th anniversary of the West Coast Regional Group.  The first meet was held in Sept 1985 in Monterey, California.  The locations have varied since then, ranging from Southern California to Nevada to the Bay Area.  Buellton was the site of the first meet I ever attended- back in 1997.  I didn't have a Crosley yet and I went with cash in hand, hoping to come back with a car.  No dice.

Visalia 2003(?)

I did come back with more information about Crosleys than I'd been able to compile on my own in six months.  The folks I met were the best car people I've ever run into and I started friendships that continue today.  I'd never belonged to a car club before, but I am a card-carrying member of the Crosley Club and dang proud of it.

Minden, Nevada, 2007

The Meet kicks off friday afternoon with an informal meet and greet at the official hotel- at the Pea Soup Anderson in Buellton.  Things get going Saturday morning about 9am over at the Buellton City Park.  There's a small swap meet, Crosley car show and then a 'funkana' test of your Crosley driving skills.  Club members attend a dinner Sat night and then there is a brunch Sunday morning.  Then you go home and wait for next year.

The Good Ones

Why are all the good ones always at least two mountain ranges away?  

Here's a great looking '49 wagon, running and driving, with cool white stripe tires for only $3500 in Long Island.  If the floors are there and the interior is as good as described that seems like a pretty good price.

Ok, I probably don't need another Crosley (I can hear my wife now: "You have six cars and a garage the size of a picnic blanket- why would you need another one?") but if this wasn't a continent away I'd probably at least need to look.   

I know, it's a sickness.

1948 Crosley Wagon Body For Sale in Arizona

Saw this ad on the HAMB and thought someone might want to pick this up on their way to the West Coast Crosley Meet...

1948 Crosley Wagon Body - $600

i have a nice 1948 Crosley wagon body for sale. i was going to turn her into a drag car but i havent been able to get around to it. the front clip has been removed and media blasted since this photo. the floor rust/rot has been cut out. i bought this body from a fellow hamb member and it's in very nice shape. will make an awesome altered drag car. i paid 700 for the body and 150 for the blasting so im taking a loss. it just needs to go to a good home. i can email pictures and will ship. Aerik 623.695.4891

1200 Miles to Home

Though it doesn't make for much drama in the narrative, the simple truth is that the car ran great.  We covered 1200 miles in three and a half days, much of it through the mountains.  The worst thing that happened was that the heater stuck on when I was fussing with the controls. I'll keep this short and let the pictures do most of the talking.
Here's the hotel we found in The Dalles.  Clean, great rates, and the 1950's bathroom was absolutely unchanged from the day the place opened, right down to the clear fiberglass toilet set with embedded flowers!
Multnomah Falls outside of Portland.
The park ranger at Big Trees was sour when we asked where the Tour Thru Tree was- turns out it's on private property.  As we walked away the people behind us asked him the same question.
Strangely, no mention of the Georgia Bigfoot in the freezer.
We stopped at the Olive Pit in Corning a couple of hours from home.   I pulled around the back to find some shade and encountered Mike Harrell and his KV1 microcar, fresh from his 'Worst of Show' win at the inaugural Concours D'LeMons in Monterey!  Ironically enough, he beat a Crosley Hotshot for the honors.
The KV1 was a French microcar belt-driven by a 125 cc 2 stroke moped motor - and that's the normal part.  The abnormal part was that the drive was transmitted to the wheels via friction drive- a grinding stone that turned each wheel!  I'm not sure I'd have believed this if I hadn't seen it... especially when i learned that this car was built in 1980!  They were built to target a very specific market- a loophole allowed them to be driven without a license!  2000 were built over 12 years or so.  Harrell has two.

Almost as impressive as the KV1 was the fact that he'd towed it down from Washington behind his 1974 1/2 MGB!  He had a long way to go, and had to be back within 24 hours to teach his class at the University of Washington.  We wished him luck and headed on home to Sacramento...