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1946 chevy fleetline

1946 chevy fleetline

my day started with a swollen eye at my mom's house. must be allergic to a new detergent on her sheets or something, but then, why only one eye, and not the other? and i don't have allergies anyway, so maybe a spider bite, but no sign of one...

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so i had just driven the daily hour and a half home to whittier yesterday after work, when i get a call from my brother. he's visiting our parents, so not completely weird, but then he says dad's in the hospital. he's talking quickly and quietly, telling me what's happened to get him to the point of agreeing to go...dad has a big dislike for hospitals, kind of like it would be admitting to a defeat or facing his mortality.  

the gist of the convo, before my bro said he had to go and quickly cut off the story: dad had been to a regular doctor's appointment in the morning. doctor checked his stats, did a routine blood test and told him he needed to go to the e.r., like now. 

my dad instead went home. figured if he went directly, they wouldn't feed him, and he'd been fasting. made himself a tuna sandwich, washed down with a diet coke. finally mentioned to my mom and bro what the doctor told him, and that he was short of breath. joked about having his last meal first. dark humor...wonder where i get it from.

starts telling them to find this and that to take with him. he huffs and wheezes up the stairs, only to not be able to find whatever it is either. 

supposedly my mom is running around stressing out, and a few curse words are heard by my bro...and my mom so very rarely uses them, so it's like, oh! 

anyway, they got him there, he's in the e.r., he's cranky, and being one of those old crusty a-hole types because he doesn't want to be there. i suppose he's mostly scared is all...thought he was having a heart attack. i'm picturing fred sanford..."i'm coming elizabeth...," while clutching his heart.

that's where my bro left me hanging in the story... 

what to do, what to do. just got home, and it's rush hour traffic. made up my mind to turn around and head back to where i'd just been two hours ago.

so i packed some clothes in a bag, told my better half it was nice sharing these ten minutes with you, and he walked me back out to my car. 

there's a car parked in front of mine on the curb. we see a can of some type of drink fly out the passenger window onto the sidewalk. wtf.  

better half stomps over to the passenger side, picks up said can and asks the person if they want this back. i heard some sort of expletive answer, and they begin to pull away. in a fit of pent up exhaustion, and the sheer nerve of the person, my better half lightly tosses the can at the back of the car.

it connects. the car quickly goes in reverse. 

i don't know who's in that car yet, and was expecting some shit to go down. 

this scrawny, chola girl hops out and starts a shouting match with my better half, who is having my worser half moment. "don't you be throwing shit at my car! i'm gonna call the cops!" to which my better half said, "i'm going to call the cops!"

at that the little beotch jumped back in her car and peeled outta there, through the stop sign, without stopping. better half tried to take picture of her plate, but it was a new car, and had paper plates. 

i told him i'd seen the same car around a few days before, must be visiting the neighbors'. i'm sure he'll be watching out to have another delightful chat with her. 

he said it didn't do anything to her car. he was fuming about why people go to someone else's hood and throw their trash around. 

so that was an exciting send off. 

half an hour later, i've made it to the freeway and enjoying an actual ok speed of fifty miles per hour, when my sister calls to find out if i'd heard anything...tell her the little i know, and promise to call back. 

ten minutes further down the freeway, my bro calls with an update. not a heart attack, just severely anemic. passing along my mom's message that he seems to be ok, not an emergency, and don't be rushing down. 

keep in mind that if his arm was falling off, and he's bleeding out, she'd still say everything is ok, so as not to alarm anyone, and not disturb their sleep. 

i'm tired, my bro is there with them. he agrees he seems to be perking up with a transfusion. so fuck, i decide to turn around and head back to whittier, since i hadn't hit the halfway point yet. figured i'd stop by at lunchtime tomorrow (today as i type this), since it's not far from my office.

got home, ate dinner, took a shower, worked on this picture while my hair dried, then went to bed. 

simple lines of a fleetline, soothed me, slowing my churning thoughts enough so i could get some sleep.

explains a lot about my late evening posting, doesn't it? 

 

lick it

1948 chevy fleetline

1948 chevy fleetline

i think this went way more shiny than it actually was in person. too much spit, maybe.

i do love the lines of a fleetline. i have a couple of shots of this car. i liked this vertical version better, probably because of how the tree frames it versus the other...more of a typical shot, not as interesting, comparatively.

on the front

1963 chevy impala

1963 chevy impala

made it out to the historic front street car show yesterday. had never been, but have seen pictures from past years, showing an impressive assortment of cars.

i was somewhat underwhelmed that there seemed to be only a lot full of cars. sure i can understand that there were more than a few other shows going on, and i was there earlier than move in was really expected, but still. other streets were not closed off for the show, as should have happened per past expectations.

well, fewer cars, fewer people, this early. i had time to shoot what i wanted, without much problem. i did have a minor problem, with a particular person who'd pissed me off in the past, so i mostly skipped shooting any of his club's cars. petty, perhaps, but i remember, even if he didn't.

found this impala toward the far corner of the lot. owner, and i believe his son, sat behind it, and i hate to inconvenience people, so was just going to shoot without disturbing them. when the owner asked to see what i was shooting in the camera, i took it as an ok to move in closer. 

opted not to show him the camera images, as i happened to have a book of old prints with me. let him look through that instead.

anyway, nice chat. so i'll post this shot, with the presumed son standing in my shot.

backup

i have so many new pictures to play with. i even went to the historic front street show today. but my internal hard drives are both absolutely full. so i can't even download today's pictures yet.

first one, with last year's second half of stuff on it, about a terabyte, will take nine hours to move files. the other, with this year's files, has even more on it...

so i'll just post one of the pictures that have been sitting on the back burner. i keep seeing this truck recently.

here's practically the same version of it from the adventure park concert series show.

saw it today, and hopefully i took a different viewpoint of it. i think i shot it from the back.

it's pretty and shiny, so i'm sure i'll keep shooting it when i see it.

fiddlin’

i need to get to bed, but i was messing around with this picture. still needs some tweaks, but i wanted to post something. my hard drive is almost completely full, so i'm surprised i got it to do this much.

saw this rivi at los boulevardos show last week. i should really post some other point of view of it, so you can see the really interesting paint job on the roof.

there are a couple of shows to choose from tomorrow, and i've never been to either one, so don't know when to go or where to park. i think they start later, so no point at beating the sunrise really. wait too late, no parking and i can't take the heat.

stayed at my mom's house last night. woke up this morning with half my cheek puffed up a bit, and my eye sort of squeezing shut. guessing something bit me in the night, otherwise i have no other explanation. kind of calmed down to mostly normal by the end of the day.

if it had turned red, into pink eye, i would have blamed my brother...maybe he let one go on my pillow when i wasn't looking...

 

wasn't there

early morning shot of this burb. owner talked to me later in the morning, and i took a few more shots, but i like the lighting better here. even if the hood is slightly popped open, and it's not in the other pictures. at least it isn't fully up...that's what she said.

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two equally excellent car shows occured this past sunday. but i didn't go to either one this year. not the first ones i've missed this year, but most of the others i was out of state, so...it's just been an upside down year, and other priorities are taking over.

i couldn't decide which of the two shows to go to, so chose neither. probably more importantly, with family in town (better half's, and mine), family should come first sometimes. 

the previously mentioned invasion of a dozen or so relatives started friday; most left on sunday. left the two-month old baby behind for a few days to give the mother a break and more time with the two-year old. baby sleeps most of the day, so easy peasy. sister-in-law is gramma, so it's her problem, on top of helping with her own mother. i'm out of practice with dealing with babies, so most i've done is give it a bottle.

the birthday party was a success on saturday, too much food, huge cake. i still managed to sneak out to legg lake for los boulevardos' cruise to the lake show and bbq for a couple of hours beforehand. those pictures coming soon. 

went to bed with a stomach ache, too much food, too much sun. slept in sunday. i could have gone to a show, but still felt, meh, so decided to take it easy, and went south to hang with my bro and parents.  just stayed in oc for the night.

so here i am looking at my calendar for the next show, looking for flyers...maybe i'll just catch up with pictures i have for this weekend. 

visitors

1951 chevy deluxe

1951 chevy deluxe

so my younger bro and one of his kids are in town for a couple of weeks. i also hear that the house here in whittier is going to be invaded by about a dozen relatives this weekend to celebrate my mother-in-law's ninetieth birthday. no idea where they will all sleep, much less how the one bathroom situation is going to work out.

i think that happens saturday, leaving me free to decide which car show to go to on sunday. two shows that i like very much running on the same day this year. hate when that happens...coin flipping time. best two out of three... one i really want to go to, the other more convenient, and probably not as hot weather-wise...

here's another car promised. fleetlines car club member, an older couple.

wonder where danny was? maybe he showed up after i left.

shady grove

1952 chevy deluxe

1952 chevy deluxe

quick post, gotta get to bed. been a long day, and i didn't even go to work.

owner of this car caught me on my way out of the show. nice green car sitting in the shade of the trees. why the birds didn't hit the show cars, like they got mine, i'll never know.

this was parked next to some reflections car club cars, but i'm not really sure if it is part of the group.

i was getting overheated, and in need of something to eat right about then. but i'll still shoot the cars on the way back to my own car. my better half knows if i say i'll be there in a minute at a show, i'll be ten or more, as i've stopped to take pictures on the way.

god's eye

1941 chevy master deluxe

1941 chevy master deluxe

went to the viejitos' annual car show yesterday. got there just after the club showed up, about six am.

parked under a tree, and a bird promptly crapped on my window. is that a sign? 

went over and started shooting the line up. this was the first one i shot.

i actually talked to quite a few people during the four and a half hours i was there. i've promised to post pictures of a few in particular.

i'm hoping this belonged to the viejitos member who was first to greet me, and asked about where he might see it. said it was the cream color one, but i have two in my files, that are very similar, about that same location.

i believe he said his had the doll in front of it, but that was later in the day. i have that one too, but the angle i shot it, and the doll, isn't my favorite. but i thought i could see this god's eye in the window of that one, and it was in this one, so guessing the same car.

iou

i think the owner of this car was sincerely interested in seeing pictures of his car. figured he had seen me taking a shot of it earlier, as most people do, before approaching me.

i really thought i'd shot it. i'd shot the placa. i shot the back of his shirt, later, when he asked me to, sweat and all.

i'd had a handful of people already ask me to see their cars, so i'd gone back around and took cell phone pics of the cars, so i'd remember which ones.

got home, downloaded the memory cards. fifty plus gigabytes. not one of them a picture of the dude's car. not one of any of the clubs' cars. must have been people around it, or polishing it at the time i'd passed by, so skipped them. then got distracted, and never got back around to shoot them. 

it is one reason, though i'd shot a car earlier, i usually will go back and shoot them again, just to be sure. apparently, this time, i fucked up. so, sorry, all i have is this not great cell phone pic of it. i owe you a better picture of it next time, and i'll even get you a free print of it.

sucks. such a nice car too.