1957 Ford Thunderbird
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Gerard Van der Leun
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Love the T-Birds! They should have stayed with the sports car. Even so, my favorite run was the 1961-63 space car versions, although the 1964-66 were damn fine also. After that- eh- just another Ford.
JWM
My grandparents had a ’57 T-Bird, baby blue in color. They traded it in for a ’65 Mustang, also baby blue.
I came along too late for the classic two seater Thunderbird, or even the Square-birds (1958-60) , Bullet-birds (1961-63) or anything smaller than the “Bunkie-beak” (1970-71) cars.
I remember the Big Ass Birds that shared the Mark IV platform (1972-76) and the downsized and very popular downsized Bird (77-79)
Being a teen in the 80’s let’s skip the 1980-82 Birds being built in Bob’s video. I loved the Aero-birds (1983-88) and tried to get my mother to buy a 1983 to replace her Buick LeSabre.
Mom bought a Buick Century. With a four cylinder. 🤦🏻♂️
Just another Ford? Maybe compared to the original two seater (1955-57). But don’t forget the original Thunderbird cribbed from the 1955-57 Ford mainline styling and parts bin.
And for a racing crazy 😜 teen, Bill Elliott (aka Awesome 😎 Bill from Dawsonville) driving that dominating Melling Tools/Coors #9 T-Bird made a “mere Ford” a world beater.
I liked the BMW inspired 1989-97, but towards the end Ford lost the narrative and held on too long. But that generation made the Blue Oval a feared threat in NASCAR. The less said about the 21st century reboot the better.
The sad part is everybody wants a CUV or SUV and coupes are passé. I keep my Mustang to enjoy a car with two doors, two windows, and me and my lady side by side.
Ride on all! 👍🏻
Yeah, back when cars were cool!
The T-Bird has some real class.
Now, everything looks the same…a Honda, Toyota, Nissan, Kia, Ford, Chevy,,,,everything looks the same.
Two classic beauties.
Eyes . . . left! Nice T-bird, but the lady in the red dress owns that picture.
Terry:
That’s one of the great things about looking through old magazines. All the car ads featured gorgeous women dressed to the nines.
JWM
1957 was probably the pinnacle of pinnacles for american car design. Across the board, all models were stunning that year.
Was my fambly weerd?
Each year, in Sept or Oct, my dad would load all of us up in the stationwagon after supper and we’d hit the car lots to see all the new models. All the sales dix had left for the day so we could roam as we pleased. It was a big deal. My dad would point out all the new stuff or differences from the last year. He told me how you could look at the tail light lens and see the date of manuf. All that chrome. Jeez, square yards of it. And the sneeky places they put the gas filler. Behind the license plate! Who’d a thunk it? The 57 Chev had it in the drivers side fin. We went to Andy Mohr in Plainfield (top dealer in the state) a few years ago to look at rides and I was bored to tears in 5 mins. There isn’t 5 cents worth of diff between anything now and everything is 5 times more expensive than they are worth. Unless I win a major lottery I will most likely never own another new vehicle. Mediocrity killed the american car, and just about everything else. yawn
Then there was Thunderbird wine whose radio & TV spots ran in dialogue:
VOICE ONE: “What’s the word?”
CHORUS: “Thunderbird!”
VOICE ONE: “What’s the price?”
CHORUS: “Twenty, twice!”
Everybody knows that the bird is the word.
My grandfather was an engineer for Ford in the late 50’s to the early 60’s. He had a hand in a lot of those old cars, including the Edsel, and the Mustang. One of my prize possessions is a rendering of a Ford concept car, The All-Aluminum Ford Piedmont. It’s mounted in a piece of windshield glass. Some miserable POS b*tch I used to date deliberately tried to break it. She succeeded in cracking one corner, but it’s still an awesome piece.
In 1991 I made it back to Detroit on a road trip, and went to the Henry Ford Museum. I went to the archive desk, and after they were sure I wasn’t trying to sell them something I managed to talk my way into the concept car archives. I spent a couple hours looking through some wild renderings of stuff the might have been, but never was. Like the Nucleon atomic powered car, and the Leva-car, which floated on a cushion of air. Fun stuff.
JWM
‘57 was a “woman’s car”.
‘56 chevy had the gas filler in the drv side tail light.
I came along way past the two seaters, the Square-Bird (1958-60), and the Bullet-Birds (1961-63). When I were a lad, the T-bird morphed into Big Bird, sharing a platform with the Mark IV (1972-76). Ford regained some sanity with the smaller 1977-79 and totally lost the theme with the even smaller 1980-82.
Then they struck gold with the Aerobird (1983-88). I loved that generation. I lobbied for my mother to trade in her Buick Le Sabre for one in 1983.
She bought a Buick Century. With a four cylinder. 🤦🏻♂️ Ah well.
I also loved seeing Bill Elliott wax GM tail in the NASCAR Aerobird he drove, becoming “Awesome Bill from Dawsonville” in the process.
I even liked the last generation from 1989 that looked like an American BMW. But then Ford just let it fade away. Now everyone wants CUVs and SUVs and Ford is making an E Mustang. 🙁
Ah well, maybe we can have fun, stylish cars again some day.
Of COURSE 1957 was a great year for everything- that’s the year I was BORN!
I was just thirteen when that beautiful car came out. We lived in So. California and were very aware of each new car model that came out. On a particular Friday night in September or October, the long row of car dealerships in our town would hold an evening open house displaying all the new models. We would get dressed nicely and walk through every dealership and learn about the new models. I wasn’t old enough to drive but just two years later, I was learning to drive stick shift in a 54 Chevy!
And then came THE CAR. THE ONLY CAR EVER. . . THE 1958 Corvette! IMHO the designers at both Ford and Chevy had lost their creativity by 1963. However, that was SO California in the time of hope, opportunity, jobs. My dear mom (8th grade education plus beautician technical training) was working in a beauty shop during the day and in between customers she made crafts to sell. She also cleaned commercial offices at night and in 1958 she had made enough money to buy a slightly used 1956 4 door pink/white Cadillac and matching 15 foot Shasta trailer. That was a great California then . . .in those days.
Hey Auntie Analogue:
What’s the word?
Thunderbird!
What’s the price?
Twenty Twice!
Who drinks the most?
Us colored folks!
That’s the complete version of that folk song. You’re welcome.
“what’s the reason?
grapes in season!”
-fin
The gent is wondering why his remote door lock key is not working.
Time slip problem.
“How’s it sold?
Sweet and cold!”
“What’s the jive?
‘Bird’s ALIVE!”