Tomorrow is the big day! Grab dad for a little bonding over a Buick and a boss ’50 Allard J2. Our OOAK Greatest Hits continue on Velocity Sunday morning at 10am.
We love to find and feature awesome Corvettes on “One of A Kind”. You may have seen our 1957 Airbox Corvette. Looks like Amelia Island was the place to be for those of us who ‘em…
The Corvettes of Amelia Island Concours 2012
One can find it challenging to define an automotive “golden age”. For someone growing up in before WWII, it might have been the roaring twenties and the rise of custom bodied cars. That sun settled with the depression and the start of WWII. After which gave rise to the nimble sports car which in turn gave birth to the “golden age” of the American muscle car.
In the fifties, the big 3 were focused on profit and marketing strategies. Big was in as suburbia ventured out on the exponentially increasing highway system. Even as the bean counters sought sturdy profits in comfortable sedans, there was an undercurrent coming from the youngsters. (read more at Velocity Channel).
A good friend of “One of A Kind” (and master collector), Joe Bortz will soon be showcasing a few more of his one of a kind cars.
“Catching an old concept car at a show or concours always provides a thrill, but to see four in one place is a rare opportunity indeed. Members of the Pontiac-Oakland Club International will have that opportunity later this year when concept car collector Joe Bortz brings four Pontiac concepts to the club’s annual convention in St. Charles, Illinois.” (read the rest at Hemming’s).
SEVEN THINGS I WOULD BE ARRESTED FOR IF I OWNED THE FERRARI 330 GTO.
- Shattering speed-limit sensors everywhere I drove.
- Loitering. Because I would lean against that car anywhere and everywhere, just to look cool.
- Breaking the land speed record going to the grocery store.
- Practicing for the Daytona 500 – while driving the Daytona 500.
- Waiting for drawbridges to raise halfway, then launching myself over.
- Never leaving the car, even to bathe and shower.
- Screaming wildly every time I punched the accelerator.