Posts Tagged ‘Custom Cars’

Triumph Spitfire re-imagined

Monday, June 20th, 2011

Sometimes it’s good to have your precon­cep­tions challenged. I was brought up and into car culture through the enter­taining and sometimes scurrilous Custom Car magazine of the 1970s (below).

Anyone that remembers that wickedly funny ‘zine will remember that as well as marrying cool modded motors with half-​​naked ladies Custom Car’s editorial was shot through with unadorned hatred of the Triumph Spitfire.

Custom Car Magazine, August 1974

For some reason, the Spitfire seemed to represent to the editorial staff all that preten­tious, gutless and twee about motoring in the 1970s.

And being an impres­sionable pre-​​teen in those days heady with the reek of Brut 33 and Long Life and John Player Specials, I carried this unjust hatred of the Spitfire with me deep into adulthood.

But recently we stumbled across a little set of pictures of a Spitfrire on the excellent Asphalt Heritage blog, and we’re looking at the Spitfire afresh.

We’re digging the low-​​slung lines. We’re admiring the purposeful stance and the peaky rear end. We’re thinking that the Spitfire must have been a fun and accessible way into motoring with a bit of passion.

George Barris: Imagineer of America's Future

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

George Barris was one of the original individuals who created the Kustom car and hot rod revolution in postwar America. Born in Chicago in 1928, it was in California that the Barris flair for futur­istic tweaks and the unbounded imagin­ation that saw him go on to create some of the most famous hot rods, kooky customs and TV star-​​cars known to man.

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As well as creating the Batmobile, Grease Lightning, General Lee and the Hof’s Kitt car, he was an early harbinger of American Futurism as manifest in these three spectacular silly vehicles. So by way of tribute, here are our three favourite Barris-​​built kooky kustoms that encap­su­lated a boyhood dream of the Future – with beauti­fully distinctive annota­tions by the great man himself.

Moonscope (1966)

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After many hours of research and devel­opment, George designed and built this first concept of an all terrain moon mobile unit. The Moonscope is a moon crawler that will enable astro­nauts to maneuver around the moon surface. 

Since the moon surface is dusty and soft, craters deep and some hollow, the moon crawler is equipped with special shocks from Carrera to enable it to adapt itself to maneuv­ering like a spider. Since the moon has no air, gas combustion engines can¹t be used so Cushman engin­eered and provided a basic electric platform and chassis with General Electric motors. Drive gears are in forward and reverse movement with foot pedals controls and speeds up to 45 mph. NASA requested detailed background inform­ation on the design of the vehicle. Barris gave NASA permission to utilize any of the advanced designs for the Mars missions.”

Cosma Ray (1968)

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Underneath the immaculate exterior of Cosma Ray lies a fully chromed under­car­riage and a 327 cubic inch Corvette engine which gleams with chrome and polished alloys. The body, although extens­ively reworked, retains more than a hint of its original Stingray styling. To provide clearance for larger tires, the wheels are radiused and a flange added to their outer edges. The nose was drawn to a sharp peak and the retractable headlights relocated behind trans­lucent panels in the grille opening. Engine cooling air is inducted through aluminum mesh covered openings just under the hood peak, while carburetor air enters the engine compartment through a wide hood scoop extending rear-​​ward into the cowl area and conforms with the center crease, then follow through into a double streamline plastic bubble push-​​button operated top.”

Xpac 400 (1963)

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This car is a ground effects machine and rides on a five inch cushion of air and can run on land or water, has no wheels, trans­mission or rear end. Plus, no frictional moving parts. All electronics are on circuit breakers, racheted relays and solanoids engin­eered by Earl Wilson. 

Body paint consists of nitro cellulose lacquer and 35 coats of imported swedish pearl of essence which is made of crushed fish scales and added to crushed diamond dust, then colored in Kandy trans­lucent red, white and blue. This car was designed and built to be demon­strated for the public showing how an air operates and is mounted on a guide rail for safety. All exterior trim has been gold plated for added attraction. ”

San Diego to Santa Pod

Thursday, March 12th, 2009

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In 2005 Dreams of Legends, charted defin­it­ively Hot Rodding’s place in popular culture. With each message of resource-​​depletion and angst about a petrol-​​free future, the world it that gave it birth looks more exotic and less easy to under­stand. It’s an important document of a disap­pearing world.

My uncle used to take me to Santa Pod when I was a kid. Little boy dreams of freedom are born. We’d roll up the M1 in a yellow Triumph Stag with black leather seats. He stank of Brut 33 and his girlfriend’s short cropped fur coat reeked of rot in the drizzle. I remember the mud in the fields around the strip and the jacked-​​up, primer coated Ford Anglias rolling on fat slots. I remember the Shergar Burgers with stewed onions and the static electricity generated by polyester T-​​Shirts. I remember things gathering to a climax toward the runs of the top-​​fuel Funny Cars driven by big, boom-​​voiced Americans with names like Garlits and Cherry. I remember the thunder and the glory of six second runs and the terrible fascin­ation for super­chargers and the half-​​naked girls on the Custom Car Magazine stand.

Sexuality and V8 engines were inter­twined in me from the beginning.

For me back then America was a brightly glowing if distant light. It was a light that reflected cool cars, juicy burgers, Evil Kneivel, butter concrete skate parks and girls in hot pants and roller skates. Northamptonshire was spiritually San Diego. It was possible to glimpse the essence in this down-​​at-​​heel nation of what Hot Rodding really meant. It was about building something from scratch rather than simply consuming. It was about taking the materials available to you and reinventing them for your own ends. It was Speed. Action. The Future. The drag strips of Southern California were completely alien to me. But somehow I understood.