Fun, Fun, Fun
Good stuff from the car songs.
Mike Sykes noticed that in “Little Deuce Coupe”, coupe rhymes with soup. True. But in general conversation it’s Chevrolay coo-pay in the USA.
Harry H. wrote:
Lotta Moxie, the name of one of the Rubber City Roller Girls. My cousin and I went in April to their first match at John S. Knight Center, downtown. Lotta Moxie was his favorite. Barbonic Plague was mine. There was also Harriet Beacher A ss and other assorted team member names. . . .
Also, my cousin was really into cars. But not the normal kind. He worked as a mechanic with Akron's Art Arfons and on his Green Monster. Traveled to Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah with Art.
Electric car by Tesla Motors. Now we need a song about this 0 to 60 in 3.9 second electric (marvel) car that goes around 300 miles on a single charge (I believe there is a clip of Arnold Swartzennnnhopperer driving one). [Note: I want one as soon as they reduce the price 90%.]
Did you sell Grit? I did. Might've been the only one who ever did that in Fairfax, about eighth grade. They printed little coupons in comic books, for kids to send in. It was the tabloid newspaper size in the early 50s, no color in it anywhere that I recall.
Perhaps you'll get a ton of responses on the hot rod vocab, and if so there'll almost certainly be a fair portion of them that are incorrect. . . . I'll only touch what seem to me the more esoteric.
"Souped up!" Doesn't that seem odd? There was never a time when people threw soup on their engines. A fair guess might be that "souped up" was about adding some goodies to the fuel one is burning, to get more power. Later on, beginning in the 50s, dragsters commonly burned "nitro," in the "fuel" classes. In that case the engines were set up to burn methanol (wood alcohol), so that they could mix in liberal additions of nitromethane for a lot more power. Hotrodders who were constrained by having to burn gasoline could also add "nitro" in the form of nitrobenzene — not as successful and not broadly popular. Nitromethane was not miscible with gasoline, but was with alcohol. Nitrobenzene was miscible with gasoline, but there was only one nitro group on a pretty big benzene molecule.
But that's not the origin of "souped up," anyway. "Souped up" refers to electrical modification, electricity being "soup" or "juice" in the early days. As the pioneers set about making their Model T Fords go faster than the other feller's, the ignition system was a severe limitation — producing a hundred or more hot sparks per second was a real challenge.
Other versions of "Hot Rod Lincoln" said it had twelve cylinders, rather than eight. Originally, that was probably the point of the "Lincoln." Like Packard and Cadillac, some models of Lincoln had V-12 engines. They didn't make good hot rod engines to put into a Model A, though — way too heavy.
"With 4.11 gears you can relly get lost" is terminology that street rodders would understand. Getting lost was running away from a police patrolman so that he couldn't find you. The 4.11 gears would help to accelerate very fast, not to go fast on the open road. The way to get lost was in the city making many turns and rapid accelerations, gaining a little bit more with each maneuver until the pursuer no longer could tell which way you went. . . . Around 1959 there was a kid named John Render who lived in Madeira, whose father loved hot rods and indulged the son — limitlessly it seemed. They were commonly encountered at the drag strips. John had a Deuce Coupe and that was okay, but a really nifty Deuce Roadster became available in the area and John Sr bought that also for John Jr. Jr "modified" it in an afternoon by taking off all the fenders and the top — it already had the go-fast mods — then went out fast driving. Jr knew he could get lost from a cop, but I guess he didn't know they had radios and lots of "backup." The police reported they had 21 road blocks set up at one time. They caught him.
The number 4.11 is the gear ratio in the "rear end," or differential, the most important factor in whether you were geared to accelerate fast or to go faster at top speed after you got through accelerating. A 4.11 rear end had 9 teeth on the pinion gear and 37 teeth on the ring gear. 37 divided by nine gives 4.11. Driving around with a 4.11 meant that when you did get out on the open road, your engine was beating itself apart at a very high engine speed for just a fairly high road speed. The cure was an overdrive unit, which reduced the overall gear ratio and let the engine turn slower at highway speed.
In Little Deuce Coupe, my guess is the term "till the Lake Pipes roar. . . " will wrinkle some brows. The term has some history. Drag racing at drag strips grew slowly to enormous proportions by the late 1950s. There had always been drag racing on the roads since Model T days, but the hot rodding competition that got the most press in the 40s and perhaps earlier was high speed racing off the road. Across the country there was very little opportunity to do that. But in southern California, there were dry lake beds, big flat areas where prehistoric lakes had been, dried hard and smooth. One group built racing cars especially for the purpose of going as fast as they could against a clock, out on these dry lake beds. Those cars were called "lakesters." Many of them didn't actually have a car body, but had a fabricated body made from big aircraft fuel tanks and the like, as streamlined as anything the hot rodders might imagine. A driver might actually drive in a prone position with just rudimentary controls.
But a larger number of hot rodders wanted to test their cars against similar cars in slower "classes." They wanted to drive out to the lake beds, compete there, then drive home. One of many adaptations was in the exhaust system. The most powerful arrangement, least power-losing configuration, was a straight exhaust pipe with no muffler of any kind. These competitors soon made exhaust pipes that went straight out the sides and back with no mufflers, but had caps that could be bolted onto them. Additional piping was provided to take the exhaust gases from those short straight pipes when the ends of the pipes had been capped off, passing the gases through mufflers that would quiet them enough to be street legal. Those were called "lake pipes." And the name survived long after the dry lake beds were made off limits to hot rodders. (I think Edwards Air Force Base incorporated the dry lake bed land.)
"Shut you down!" From drag racing in classes, class eliminations. The loser is through racing for the day. He's shut down. The term spread, probably in microseconds, to apply to losing any race anywhere any time. From "Little Old Lady From Pasadena":
"All the guys want to race her from miles around
But she'll give 'em a length and she'll shut 'em down."
You might be able to catch a movie called Flunked, about the dismal state of education, but it’s not playing around here. In fact nothing is playing within 5 or 10 miles since the nearest movie theater, in the upscale mall near us, just closed. I thought they might rebuild with stadium seating, but no; it will be replaced by a clothing store, which is OK, but every once in a while we need the big screen.
One Party Classroom by David Horowitz is worth at least a quick perusal.
Although the situation hasn’t helped me personally, it struck me that a possible good may come from the universities’ hiring so many “adjuncts”, i.e. temporary teachers, rather than professors on the tenure track with steady jobs and benefits. It’s almost impossible to get rid of a tenured professor who turns out to be an idiot, a liar, a plagiarist, and a scholarly no-show, such as Ward Churchill. I almost said an embarrassment, but the university that hired and promoted him is not embarrassed by him. The academic system and the ACLU make it almost impossible to fire a bad professor, even if he got in on false pretenses. Years ago I taught and took graduate courses at a university that was rumored to be home to a tenured professor who was a Nazi. But disposa-profs are not a problem. That’s not the university motivation for this policy, it’s all about money, but it’s an ill wind etc.
Dave DaBee twittered this cartoon about and for typography geeks. I’m one of those who likes the Papyrus font, however.
The Measure of a Man
I’m happy to report that “the rule of thumb” is not about how big a stick you can use to beat your wife. It most likely refers to the length of the first joint of the thumb rather than thickness: about an inch. (Do you think the first joint is from the thumbnail up or from the hand down?)
Sentences We Didn’t Finish
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Blood, Sweat, Tears, and Cats: One woman's tale of menopause, in which I learn that the body is predictive; I perceive that I am like my cat; and I find love. Autobiographical essay.
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