Crosley Club Spring Meet / SWULCS April 2017

This year, the West Coast Crosley Club decided to do something different for our annual Spring Meet: we opted to combine our event with the Southwest Unique Little Car Show, meaning that in addition to goofing with Crosleys and visiting with my club compatriots, I was able to spend a couple days with hordes of even weirder, even smaller microcars.

Almost Here...

New issue of the Tin Block Times is at the printer - cover story on Crosley Cruise: The Sequel!  Very happy with the great design work from new designer Matt K. Shrugg, who filled the mighty big shoes left by Dean Seavers.  Should be hitting mailboxes sometime next week....

VOTE!

Vote, people.

It's Election Day here in the US. We all kvetch and complain about our choices, and most of us take this right for granted, but let's remember that less than half the people in the world have any real say in how they are governed, and less than 20% live in a true democracy. We are lucky.

Photo found somewhere on the web - I believe this was taken at the Hershey Swap Meet a couple of years ago, but don't know more than that.

Homebuilt Streamlined Camper Car, 1941

I picked up a stack of 1940s Popular Science mags at an estate sale this weekend and found this crazy homebuilt car pictured in the letters section of the August 1941 issue.

AMAZING Color Film of Watkins Glen, 1952

I don't know how I missed this fantastic color footage of the '52 Watkins Glen race when it first made it to the internet at the beginning of the year, but wowzers, I am making up for lost time. Twelve and a half minutes of AMAZING color footage of the last-ever races at the original Watkins Glen course, replete with Cunninghams, Allards, C-Type Jags, and of course, Crosleys! And every time you turn around, there's ANOTHER Siata.  Unbelievable.

Pete Berard, 1939-2016

Sad to say that another longtime member of the Crosley fraternity has passed: Pete Berard of Valdosta, GA died June 23 while recovering from a stroke.

El Mirage SCTA Races - May 2016

Well, my packing blanket may have done me right in Fillmore, elevation 456, but turned out to be woefully inadequate for camping at the 2900 foot elevation of El Mirage.  I fell asleep pretty quickly, but woke up every hour or so until 5AM when I just said to heck with it and got up.