Annual Exposition of the Antique Car Club of Trois-Rivières
June 16-17, 2012
June 16-17, 2012
at parc Pie XII ("Park P-Dooze")
Meet the Blues Brothers impersonators. This photo was taken during the 2004 Auto Expo, standing next to their 1975 Dodge Monaco, a replica of the car featured in the 1980 film The Blues Brothers. [The sign propped up against the right-hand tire says "Nous sommes en 'mission' pour le Signeur" ("We are on a mission for the Lord"), a quote from the film.] The 'Blues Brothers' were there yesterday but on the opposite side of the park from where we were, and we had to leave before we could locate them; hence this substitute photo from an earlier expo--same place, different year.
Also from 2004: The Funky-Zone Dancers doing a dance from "Grease"
There was no entertainment at yesterday afternoon's 2012 Expo, and less than half the
crowd I remember from eight years ago. It was also about 20 degrees hotter outside.
I so hoped they'd be there this time, these talented dancers - they were really cool.
Some of the cars:
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1923 Ford Model T Bucket roadster |
1924 Ford Model T Roadster |
1929 Ford Model T, side view Eight windows |
Same 1929 Model T Ford, front view The price of gasoline was $.19 per gallon in 1929. Bread was 25 cents a loaf and cigarettes 25 cents a pack. A Ford Model T cost around $525 |
1929 Chevy International 4-door Sedan, side view |
Same 1929 Chevy 4-door Sedan, front view |
1929 Mercedes Benz SSK roadster Fewer than 40 SSKs were built during its production span, of which about half were sold as racing cars. [Wiki]. |
1931 Ford Model A Sedan Prices for the Model A ranged from US$385 for a roadster to $1400 for the top-of-the-line Town Car. [Wikipedia] |
1939 Chevy coupe |
1939 Chevy coupe interior |
1934 Ford coupe |
1934 Ford coupe front, with four grinning skulls |
1934 Ford coupe, rear view |
1937 Ford sedan |
The 1937 Ford featured a more rounded look with fine horizontal bars in
the convex front and hood-side grilles. The front grille was V-shaped,
rather than following the fenders into a pentagon shape, as on the 1936
model. [Wikipedia]
1938 Chevy "Master" |
1946 Ford, under the hood |
1946 Mercury pickup truck |
1951 Mercury Custom |
1953 Chevy Bel Air |
(One big long seat--like a couch.
Are you old enough to remember those skinny steering wheels?!)
Are you old enough to remember those skinny steering wheels?!)
1953 Chrysler Windsor |
Larger than a mid-size and sitting on a
wheelbase of more than 2.79 meters, the full-size Windsor was sold from
the 1940's through the 1960's.
1955 Buick Riviera |
1955 Ford Fairlane |
1955 Pontiac Chieftain [That's a doll there, by the way--not a kid.] |
1956 Renault Juva 4 |
I like this color. Blue-gray? Gray-blue? Blue-gray with a hint of green?
The color of the sea sometimes. Soothing.
1957 Corvette, lovingly polished |
[Possible caption for the guy at the back:
"You missed a spot."]
"You missed a spot."]
Just look at that shine!! |
A true dinosaur, the 1959 Edsel Corsair |
1964 [?] Chevy Corvette Stingray |
1967 Plymouth Barracuda |
1968 Chevrolet Camaro SS convertible |
1968 Plymouth Valiant Custom |
1969 Ford Mustang, Mach I |
1969 Ford Mustang, Mach I, side view |
1970 Lamborghini Espada |
1970 Lamborghini Espada engine |
Wanna hear how it sounds?
Check out this video of "Lamborghini Espada Engine Music"!
Check out this video of "Lamborghini Espada Engine Music"!
1971 Chevy Chevelle SS |
1971 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme |
1972 Ford Mustang |
1974 Volkswagen Beetle, flirty |
Flower power, ha ha
1975 Cadillac Eldorado Elvis lives! |
1986 Citroen 2CV The "2CV" stands for deux chevaux, i.e. “deux chevaux-vapeur [fiscaux]”, literally “two tax horsepower” |
Bootlegger, modified |
My mate, checking out the interior of a Corvette |
Some of these babies never get taken out (except for these expos). Highly insured, they sit much of their life in protective garages, lovingly worked on, maintained, and bragged about. When you see them on the highway, it's like going back in time. Once we were driving home from Montreal when halfway up Route 40 all of a sudden, out of nowhere, come 50 Mustangs speeding past, all in a row, all heading in the same direction. Red ones, blue ones, orange ones, silver ones, old ones, new ones, original and "modified", their drivers in funky hats, grinning from ear to ear. "Must be the Expo", we said.
Well, anyway, that was our afternoon walk through the park yesterday. If anyone can tell me the exact year of the car in the 30th photo--the 1960's era Corvette, I will correct the label underneath the image. The owner was not on site, there was no identifying placard on the windshield, and no one we asked could say for sure.
I have to say, my personal favorite was the flirty Beetle with the appended eyelashes, in Photo #41.
They all had distinctive personalities, a reflection--in many cases--of their caring and creative owners. Several were for sale. Those cars were really built back then. I would love to have found the one from 1903, mentioned by L'Hebdo, but alas, we became undone, finally, by the heat and humidity and had other errands to attend to. But what an interesting tour, among these driving machines of yesteryear, the now dated, ever 'cool', and occasionally, downright comical. (sorry, Edsel.)
Enjoyed the show, and in retrospect, was kind of glad in fact that the anticipated crowds did not materialize. This was supposed to be a short post recounting a walk in some park. Unfortunately, I had to go and take pictures. Anyway, thought this might be of interest to some readers. Or for the mechanically inclined--a looksee at a Lamborghini engine. :) I, for one, would not turn down a ride in a Lamborghini ANY day!
Trivia Car Questions I Don't Know the Answer To:
2. Why'd they make the steering wheel thicker?
What people liked about the thin ones: "good, tight grip with forefinger and thumb" says one.
What they like about the revised, thicker ones: "Good resting place for the thumbs", says another. Plus it looks and feels more like a race car! Option packages with certain cars today enable you to change radio stations or your CD music without lifting your hand off the steering wheel; you just press into its padding on some invisible button. (I"m sure there is special jargon for these elements, but not being a car person, I can't name them.)
'Car-person'--by that I mean I don't really pay much attention to cars; they are not on my radar, so to speak. I've avoided owning one for most of my life, relying for transportation on buses, my bike or my feet (or lifts from friends). I am relieved not to have responsibility for a car.
3. Let's talk speed limits. According to Wikipedia, "The first maximum speed limit was the 10 mph (16 km/h) limit introduced in the United Kingdom in 1861." (I had to look that up.) And up until 2010, in Abu Dhabi, the highest posted speed limit was 160 km/h (99 mph). It must be frustrating having a car that'll do 130 mph or more but never be in a position to test it.
I should wrap this up. But wanted to mention, my interest in these cars was more connected to their place in our culture than their date of manufacture, top speed, or location of engine. They seem like mobile museum pieces, painstakingly restored/skillfully rebuilt, at sometimes enormous expense, to be moved from here to there for display purposes, or sold privately to collectors.
They've evolved, some of them, from enormous gas guzzlers to compact electric plug-ins but there's a kind of seeming uniformity re: car styles today (with few exceptions). Again, just my observation. Because looking out a car window on a thruway, at dozens of cars zooming by, I would be hard put to identify the year, make or model of even a fourth of them. Minus the logo, label or some identifiable uniqueness (I hear car afficionados laughing here), they pretty much all look the same to me. (My mate gives me one of those looks, ha ha).
Well, so these were a few of the cars on display out in Parc Pie-XII yesterday. a fine assortment of metal, chrome, and color they were. Interesting to see what lasts, and what fades. (When was the last time you saw a new mud-brown, pink, orange or neon-green car, for example?). Red is always "in". But they're still basically all a one-color design. Artful departures from this template are relatively rare. (Two-tone is not radical; I was thinking more along the lines of patterned images. As with houses, certain color/design combinations just don't "go". Red is okay for a car or barn; purple polka dots, on the other hand, is notably non-conformist and visually offensive to the majority. But perhaps only because we've been conditioned to assign things "to their place", in the social order of things, as it were. Just like you can't leave the house with one blue sock and one brown sock on, you can't paint your car in stripes of half-orange/half black. (Everyone knows those are Halloween colors!)
No, but seriously, onlookers will oooh and ahhhh at a Model T clunking down the path, try maybe to imagine what it would be like to ride in one; but when the Edsel appears--a ripple of laughter emerges. Why? (I speak for myself here.) Why am I fascinated with Model T's -- and snickering at the Edsel? An automatic, involuntary gesture, but it tells me I make value judgments based on perceived meanings, having less to do with aesthetics and more to do with what I think these particular cars "say" to me. Let's put it this way: If they somehow were to magically transform themselves from innert hunks of steel into knowable humans, which one would I feel more comfortable being around? The model T, as clunky and basic as it seems, strikes me as ... well ... gentlemanly (if a bit mothbally)--while the Edsel ... reminds me for some reason, of Rodney "I don't get no respect!" Dangerfield, ha ha.. (Apologies, Rodney).
Okay, I'm done. This is turning into a book. Went to a car show and I come away thinking about comparative personalities.
A petite disclaimer. I hate the color Yellow. I think that color should be restricted to pineapples and bananas and sunflowers, not clothing and cars. I don't own a single thing that is yellow. Except maybe a pencil. I also am not crazy about the color orange ("Halloween!"), but I found myself pausing in front of that little yellow and orange 1938 Chevy 'Master' and its hand painted, half checkerboard/half red, twirly 'mouthed' design on its door. Kind of like a school of odd-shaped, eyeless fish silently barking to whoever follows behind: "Take note, folks. We're going somewhere!" And for that brief moment, I honestly would have given up a ride in the Lamborghini--and hopped in that little Chevy instead. (This is what I meant by cars "speaking to you", drawing you in when you're hurriedly heading elsewhere, pulling you back, hinting "Hey look at me. Take a second look. I'm not what I seem. I'm more."
And so he was. Things appeal to people for different reasons. I'd deemed the VW "cute", and labeled it my favorite (of this group). I'm adding the '38 Chevy Master, despite its yellow/orange exterior, because it made me stop and really see it.
Car culture!!! Yeah!!!