So as this olelongrooffan mentioned earlier, I am leaving the world of Windows and losing my Mac virginity in a short while. Now I know to many of you Mac’s are a way of life but to me, it is like, well, losing my virginity. I am told all will be well and it won’t hurt but we’ll just have to see about that. 

In the meantime, I have been moving a bunch of my images to thumbdrives so as to, hopefully, have them available rather conveniently so this olelongrooffan can post a more timely response to one of the hilarious  always topical Mr. Emslie’s questions of the day.

As a result of this reassignment of homes of some of the images I have captured in the last few years, I have come across some I meant to post here for all ya’all’s enjoyment but either forgot to or just couldn’t seem to find the correct context to do so.

If you want to see a few more this Easter Sunday weekend, feel free to make the jump with me.

Last fall over on Riverside Avenue (no not that REO Speedwagon street…but the song is pretty cool and a band named after Randolph Oldsmobile, what’s not to like?)…holy shit Hoons, sorry about that digression so quickly…anyway over on that Halifax Riverside Street in the Birthplace of Speed, last fall..did I say that?… I captured an image or two of a shorty 57 Belair post as well as a cool ass Poncho droptop with atrocious wheels. As I always traveled that roadway back to my Taj Mahal, I passed by that guy’s house every afternoon.

One day, this olelongrooffan spotted this 1953 Chevy Belair just like my grandpa, Man, used to own. It was a super clean edition with the requisite three on the tree. Sure miss ole Alphonse Carl Bansbach and his shaking his 70+ year old fist at this young olelongrooffan and saying, “To the Moon you’ll go, To the Moon.” Yeah, it is amazing what memories the sighting of a cool old car will bring to the surface.

And make no mistake about it my fellow Hoons, this wide white wall tired beauty will never be featured on Fastback Friday here in the Hooniverse.

Now this olelongrooffan did mean to gather up a few images of that drop top Beetle but, IIRC, it started to sprinkle just about then and anyway, gathering these images was really cutting into my drinking time.

A whiles back I did a Weekend Series on the afternoon the Mad_Hungarian and this olelongrooffan spent trapsing around the 17th and 18th fairways of the Ritz Carlton on Amelia Island checking out all that could be seen (except that Art Car BMW 6 series under the tent in the background). Anyway, I posted this image and, as usual, mistakenly identified these as Blower Bentleys.

Well, during my transfer of images I came across this one which accurately defines it as a Prinz Heinrich race car. One of “the first true sports cars” of which a mere ten were built over a century ago. Better late than never as TheGentlemanFarmer always used to say. But a damn nice car and the fact it gathered the attention of this olelongrooffan says a bit about my taste. Yeah, it’s all in my mouth.

Yeah, this olelongrooffan is a dumbass. Just ask thejeepjunkie. But hey, nice Corvette wheel.

And during that same weekend series, I posted about those LaSalle prototypes from the 1955 Autorama. One of our much appreciated commenting Hoon brethren inquired whether I had gathered any images of the ass end of these things. Unfortunately, this is the only one that took and it is pretty crappy but my fellow Hoons can gather some of the lines of this thing from this image.

And I include this image as Hemmings featured nearly the same image, albeit from the left front quarter, of the same pair front wheel drive Cords. Yeah, this olelongrooffan is almost a professional photog. Yeah, almost, which incidentally only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

Now this series is of a weekend this olelongrooffan spent over at my buddy RJ’s place in a nearly land locked region of the Sunshine State. Now I say nearly land locked as his community is on a chain of lakes that does, eventually, access the right coast of these United States, should you have the correct sized vessel (read small) and a whole damn bunch of time on your hands. RJ is one of my great friends who always includes this olelongrooffan in the festivities that are the Rolex24 at Daytona.

Now RJ is an engineer on a supply vessel for the oil industry and pretty much works all around the world and is in charge of keeping the engines running on those “boats” as he calls them. Yeah, a 170′ boat. Anyway, he is as meticulous as all get out and even gets down on his hands and knees to clean up the oil that drips from his continuation Cobra during the many months he is out to sea.

Yeah, first on RJ’s check list of new cars is whether it has a back seat. Once he talked about getting a new, now forgotten, ride but vetoed it because it had a back seat. And I love the juxtaposition of my olebeaterpickemup truck along with his trip of two seaters in the above image. Only his C3 ragtop is missing all the merriment.

And my fellow Hoons, this olelongrooffan just had to conclude this post with a couple images of a thirteen window bus I saw undergoing a full body blast near sunset one day after schleping trailers for a buck or two.

I mean, where else can we travel from my grandpa’s car, to one off prototypes, to Prinz Heinrich race cars to continuation Cobras to Volkswagen buses but here in the Hooniverse?

And this olelongrooffan, for one, loves it that way. Thanks for having me along for the ride.

Image Copyright Hooniverse 2013/longrooffan