Peter Behrens's Blog, page 426
February 23, 2015
February 22, 2015
February 21, 2015
1945 Chevrolet pickup, revised
from Michael Moore, in Northern California: "So after some five months of other distractions on both our parts Shawn finally made it out during a perfect [you're gonna hate this!] week of February weather with the new old bed ten inches shorter and the worst of the rot patched up to correct what we both saw as a certain imbalance in the proportions of my '45 Chev, which looked like this a week ago;
"Comparing sizes; trying fitment...
"Old bed out, new bed in, fenders tacked on temporarily, mounts located, bed out again for welding and bracing and third day back on for good..... then niggly little sheetmetal refinements until, yesterday, various bracings, detail work, and...
"The final result. For comparison the last picture shows the truck as it came from the factory [i.e. James' Gardiner's Brokenlight Customs back in 2011] with a load from the junkyard in American Canyon including the future [at that point] running boards...
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"Comparing sizes; trying fitment...
"Old bed out, new bed in, fenders tacked on temporarily, mounts located, bed out again for welding and bracing and third day back on for good..... then niggly little sheetmetal refinements until, yesterday, various bracings, detail work, and... 
"The final result. For comparison the last picture shows the truck as it came from the factory [i.e. James' Gardiner's Brokenlight Customs back in 2011] with a load from the junkyard in American Canyon including the future [at that point] running boards...
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February 20, 2015
Peterbilt, midtown Manhattan
Thanks to Guido Goluke for the photo.
February 19, 2015
John Poch: The Taos Carpenter (& the 1965 Ford F-100)
The Taos Carpenter
Like almost any carpenter, he calls on Godwhen he hits his hand with a hammer.A man so long working with trees,he likes his shade, the light breeze, but more,the stillness. Leaning his back against the cottonwood,he calls his girlfriend, saying, Punkin, saying,Baby-love. He lets his dog out of the truck, pouring him another bowl of water. He puts his dog back in the truck. He misses the days of hand-planing an entire cabin’s-worth of floor boards,though he never owned a plane. He lets his dog out of the truck.The board feet in a nearby ponderosa pineare intuition to him, and groove means many things.
He can be humble.On his break, he writes a two-line poemfor his book of two-line poems:
God has nails in his hand.And there goes a man with the hammer.
-John Poch from Dolls (Orchises 2009) ("and here are a couple photos of my truck"--JP)
Chief Pontiac: Larry Hayden photo
©Larry Hayden 2015
February 18, 2015
Snows of Boston (Cambridge)
This from David Rivard:
"Two doors down from us on Inman St., this morning. It’s all a horror show, especially if you have to get on the T—the sullen masses 10-15 deep on the platform, a la Moscow (circa Stalin 1951), waiting for trains that either don’t come, or come bearing dense loads of miserable human meat."--DR
"Two doors down from us on Inman St., this morning. It’s all a horror show, especially if you have to get on the T—the sullen masses 10-15 deep on the platform, a la Moscow (circa Stalin 1951), waiting for trains that either don’t come, or come bearing dense loads of miserable human meat."--DR
