Peter Behrens's Blog, page 79
July 6, 2023
July 5, 2023
Chevrolet C-20, Vermont
From Reid Cunningham, in South Hero, Vermont "This nice 3/4 ton truck was outside the local country store that sells everything from deli meat to work gloves and more. The owner came out as I quickly grabbed a few pictures. It runs a 400 small block and it has a manual transmission. "
July 4, 2023
One Owner 1960 Ford Fairlane 500
From Markus Anstadt, in Denver: "I spoke to the gentleman about his car. He bought it new in 1960 and although not a daily driver, he gets it out 'in good weather'. The original window sticker from Ford is interesting. It has the upgraded Thunderbird V8, AC, Push button radio. Looks like gun sights on the front fenders! It has almost 220,000 miles.AL: Here's the Canadian edition, 1960 Meteor Rideau. And here's the competition, a 1960 Chevrolet Impala, in Banff.
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July 3, 2023
Bob Hicok poem: Feeling The Draft
Feeling The Draft
We were young and it was an accomplishment
to have a body. No one said this. No one
said much beyond “throw me that sky” or
“can the lake sleep over?” The lake could not.
The lake was sent home and I ate too many
beets, went around with beet-blood tongue
worrying about my draft card-burning brother
going to war. Other brothers became holes
at first base at war, then a few holes
Harleying back from war in their always
it seemed green jackets with pockets galore
and flaps for I wondered bullets, I wondered
how to worship these giants. None of them
wanted to talk to me or anyone it seemed
but the river or certain un-helmeted curves
at high speed, I had my body
and flung it over branches and fences
toward my coming sullenness as the gravity
of girls’ hips began and my brother
marched off to march against the war.
I watched different masses of bodies on tv,
people saying no to the jungle with grenades
and people saying no to the grenades with signs
and my father saying no to all of them
with the grinding of his teeth he spoke with.
I’d pedal after the nos up and down a hill
like it was somehow a rosary, somehow my body
was a prayer I could chant by letting it loose
with others like me milling around
the everything below five feet tall
that was ours, the everything below
the adult line of sight that was ours
to hold as long as we could: a year,
a summer. Until the quarterback came back
without … well, without. When the next Adonis
stepped up to throw the bomb. -Bob Hicok
(AL: Thanks to Eva H.D. for the heads-up on this poem.
Work Trucks: 2000 Ford F-150
From Matthew Sheehey: "I caught this F-150 tonight in my neighborhood in South Arlington, VA.vIt was parked out in front of Salteñas Pike, the best Bolivian restaurant and bakery in the area.. You see this type of basic, rust-free F-150 from time to time down here, and they always catch your eye. Beautiful lines and perfect dimensions."More AL Work trucks: a 1982 Ford F-250 in New Mexico. An F-250 utility in Cambridge. And BTW, What does a cowboy have for breakfast?
July 2, 2023
1956? International R-100, Pennsylvania
Stephen Hendrickson caught the truck at a show in rural PA. We caught another R-100 in Roy, New Mexico a while back. And there was that 1940 D-2 in Saskatchewan a couple days ago.
