Monday, May 10, 2010

sunday drive: by imperial decree

They were sexpots with wheels- voluptous styling, plush interiors, and lots of automotive jewelry. They seemed to drip with chrome and styling gimmicks- monstrous fins, freestanding headlamp pods, swiveling seats, square steering wheels, and eagles literally woven into the upholstery fabrics and embossed into the leather. It's like Chrysler Corporation meets Imperator.

George Hamilton seduced Delores Hart in a '59 Crown Convertible. Tony Randall rescued Doris Day's virtue in a '59 Le Baron. Ethel Merman complained about being last in a '62 convertible, Leigh Taylor-Young committed vehicular manslaughter for kicks in a sexy '68 convertible. And Ann-Margaret launched herself into film notoriety by torpedoing off a curve in a white '64 Crown hardtop.

Of course we're talking Imperial, the highest achievement of Chrysler Corporation, who maintained a separate production line to make a comparative handful of chariots to rival Cadillac. They were positioned with dramatic advertising headlines like "By Imperial Decree" and "Gay Companion". And while they did not win the sales race, they're certainly fun and fascinating to remember. So we're dropping in on the Imperial Owners Club Statewide meet, held this past weekend in Palm Springs.

So here we go, "By Imperial Decree"




























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Saturday, May 8, 2010

kate and patsy

They were much more like sisters than mother and daughter. For starters, they were only twenty one years apart. Also, they didn't act like mother and daughter per se- they were lifelong best friends, and all but inseparable. And neither of them exactly acted like a grown up all that often.

In over three years of writing, I can't believe I haven't written about Kate. My brave and pragmatic Missouri born Grandmother. The one who married too hastily, and focused her energy on the children she loved. She played the hand she was dealt with laughter and courage. She all but lived with us during my childhood, while always maintaining an apartment to ensure her independence.

They both loved to surprise the other. Like the time in 1979 when we moved to a new house and Patsy didn't tell Kate. She knew we were planning to move, of course, and was rather dreading the whole thing. So when we had the opportunity to move up the actual date, we conveniently forgot to mention it. I picked her at her apartment and drove her to our house, stopping off at the new house to check on something. And there we were, all moved in and set up. She just about fainted. Score one for Patsy and I.

Then there was Kate's birthday that year. Mom had taken her for her birthday weekend to the brand new Hyatt Regency hotel in Flint. They had a formal dinner on Friday night, and were enjoying a casual luncheon in the atrium on Saturday when the Gorilla appeared with the birthday balloon bouquet. Fortunately, there just happened to be a photographer there to record the presentation for history. Score one more for Patsy, with another assist to yours truly. I still have the picture.

And that led to the Big Party. Of course, Kate wanted to return the favor. She and I talked the family into a big surprise birthday party for Patsy. We had made plans that bordered on military precision involving refreshments, decorations, and even staging the guests down the block at a rendezvous point to preserve the element of surprise. Kind of a challenge doing a surprise party for Mother in her own home, you see.

We sneaked supplies and decorations into the house for weeks. All went well until the afternoon of the party, when Mom was unexpectedly home. I fidgeted, looking out the window at my poor Volkswagen so full of booze that it hunkered down on its axles.

"Not to worry", said Kate. She put all the butter down the garbage disposal, then began making chocolate chip cookies. "Patsy, we're out of butter" she called out in angst. Mom couldn't believe that the butter she had just purchased was already gone, but somewhat reluctantly agreed to go get some more. That have us the crucial time we needed to unload the car and set up the basement decorations.

Three hours later, I went out for a walk and met approximately 40 guests at the cul de sac. We all walked to the front door, lit the candles on the cake that happened to be in my hands, and rang the bell. Mom answered the door in absolute shock. The party proceeded downstairs where everything had been prepared in secret- food, a punch bowl, a fully set up bar- in short, a gigantic party, totally under the radar. We got her good that time. A big one for Kate and myself as raconteurs. It was a fabulous time.

This is my third Mother's Day without either of them. The only thing that makes it bearable is the thought they are together. And wherever they are, there's laughter and mischief. That's what happens with pranskters like those two around.

Happy Mother's Day Kate and Patsy, my darling girls. I'm so grateful for all the crazy and wonderful times we had together. I love you both so much.

(Originally posted May 9, 2008)

Monday, April 26, 2010

sunday drive: el rancho vista

It seems to be bit more upscale neighborhood than the Racquet Club Alexanders- maybe it was a bit pricier or perhaps it wasn't targeted as much to vacationers. The homes are a bit more substantial looking, largely with garages in lieu of carports. They have the same type of detailing, and are very nicely executed. Clerestory windows, butterfly rooflines, decorative masonry and stone screens. The landscaping is more terraced and creates more of a third dimension of context for the viewer. Largely intact and in very good condition, with no Frankenmoderns and only a few restoration candidates remaining.

It's the El Rancho Vista Estates, developed by Roy Fey and designed by Donald Wexler and Richard Harrison. Just east of the airport, it's very easy to squint and imagine a Super Constellation or a newfangled Boeing 707 on final approach. Oh, look- it's Martini Time. Catch you all later.

Enjoy the El Rancho Vista Estates:































View more El Rancho Vista Photos here

Saturday, April 17, 2010

flying ashtray



She was laid up on the outskirts of Bournemouth Airport in the Southern Part of England. Nearly thirty years old now, she sat devoid of engines for nearly five years as her components were slowly robbed away for use on other airframes. Her fuselage and empanage was remarkably intact as she withered away, desolate and forgotten. People motored by every day and gave her nary a glance, and certainly few that saw her recalled how close to tragedy she had been, how a miraculous act had spared her a watery grave in the Indian Ocean and made her, for a time, the most famous airplane in the world.

It was in the spring of 1979 that she made her first flight, soaring over the spring green countryside of Seattle. Christened City of Edinburgh, she would early in life acquire a different nickname. She was a 747-236B, the 365th to be assembled. She carried msn 21635 and was registered G-BDXH. She entered service for British Airways in the late spring and was soon circling the globe.



She was only three years in service when it happened. Under the command of Captain Eric Moody as Flight 9, she was flying under the traditional British Airways call sign of Speedbird 9 en route from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia to Perth, Australia at 36,000 feet when suddenly things were very askew. The windscreen was covered with light flashes resembling St Elmo's Fire. The wings and engines seemed to become engulfed in light and the smell of sulphur permeated the cockpit. Engine number four flamed out and was shut down, followed by engine number two. Within minutes, engines one and three shut down, almost simultaneously. Speedbird 9 was the world's largest glider.

Captain Moody made a most ominous announcement to the passengers:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damnedest to get them under control. I trust you are not in too much distress."


By now, Speedbird 9 had already sent a Mayday to Jakarta and calculated that they could remain aloft for approximately 23 minutes before they would have to ditch in the Indian Ocean. Oxygen had deployed but not all masks were working, notably Captain Moody's was among the inoperative. He decided to make a dramatic descent to a point where the passengers would be able to breathe, and descended 6,000 feet in just over a minute. He had unknowingly saved the life of every one of the 274 souls on board.

With breathing restored, but perilously close to the point where they would have to ditch, the crew once again attempted to restart engines. And engine number four roared to life. Then engine number three restarted, followed in quick succession by engines one and two. Speedbird 9 was alive.

Descent had stopped and the flight was once again ascending when the St Elmo's fire reappeared at just under 15,000 feet. Ominously, engine number 2 began to stumble. The quickly shut down engine number 2 and descended to just under 12,000 feet, the lowest safe altitude to clear the mountains on the approach to Jakarta. Once preparing for landing, the flight crew noted very poor visibility. They would have to rely on an instrument landing, but a very complicated one in which the first officer monitored the airport's DME (Distance Measuring Equipment). He then called out how high they should be at each DME step along the final approach. They made their own glide slope. It was a very treacherous task. Once on the ground, they could not safely see to taxi through the badly sandblasted glass, and had to wait for a tow to the gate.

Ground crews quickly discovered that the engines were clogged with volcanic ash. Speedbird 9 has inadvertently flown through an ash cloud from an eruption of Mount Galunggung. The molten ash created the light effect passengers had noted, as well as completely sandblasting the windshield. Without realizing it, the pilot has performed the perfect maneuver- diving beneath the cloud into cool dense air where the ash would crystallize and break off, allowing sufficient cool air for the engines to restart. The action saved 274 lives and three year old 747 from a certain death.

The crew and passengers formed a group called the Galunggung Gliding Club by which they could remain in contact. The City of Edinburgh was restored and returned to service with a new nickname, the Flying Ashtray, bestowed on her by a very grateful crew. She flew through 2001 for BA and then from 2002-2005 for European Air Charter, whose bankruptcy caused her retirement and ultimate demise.

And then she was gone. On July 16, 2009, workers with cutting machines moved in to dismantle her. Within two days, she was nothing more than shredded aluminum. It's a terrible pity that she couldn't have a more noble ending, especially considering the two hundred seventy four souls who thought that they were goners are eternally grateful that the Flying Ashtray helped bring them home.

The grand old girl deserved better.

Read an excellent recollection here

See her sad demise here

Thursday, April 8, 2010

here's the story

Look closely- it's more than a cute '54 Ford Convertible. Notice the background. Drove into LA a week ago Sunday for a classic car show, then went for brunch with a few friends to nearby Valley Village. I mentioned to them that we were around the corner from it, so we had to drive by and this fun photo op appeared. Yes, boys and girls, it's the Brady House. Intact and original except for the tacky fence, a bit like Jan tarting it up for her appearance in "Dawn: Portrait of a Teenage Runaway".

Iconic. Enjoy.




Sunday, April 4, 2010

sunday drive: racquet club estates

A special destination for a milestone. The Sunday Drive feature made its debut on Easter Sunday 2008 with a look at historic signage in Santa Monica. We've had a lot of fun drives since then, and now being in Palm Springs there's a lot more I'd like to share with you in the next year, all hiding in plain sight waiting to be discovered.

For today's drive we are going to the height of mid century modernmism - the Racquet Club Estates of Palm Springs. Designed by William Krisel of Palmer and Krisel, and built by the Alexander Construction Company between 1959 and 1962 as weekend homes for the tragically hip, this little neighborhood started life with a cocktail shaker in its hand and a Thunderbird in the carport. My personal favorite is the butterfly, but all feature the kicky elements of mid century at its most expressive- decorative block masonry, stone screening, cathedral ceilings and maximum glass.

For our special Easter 2010 Sunday Drive, grab a Martini and check out these great homes of Racquet Club Estates:















The neighborhood website is here
See many more photos here