Stray Polyps from the Internest
James Dean’s Last Stop in Lost Hills, California, was where he and his mechanic stopped to gas up his Porsche 550 Spyder and get something to eat before heading off to Salinas for a road race. Most of you know the rest of the story.
Why did I post this? The Missus and Bunkarina went on a roadtrip to see Bunkessa, stopped in Lost Hills, so I axed Mr. Google for a map. The James Dean mural came up and it led me to photographer Ofer Wolberger‘s quirky collection entitled “Life With Maggie.” [More about Wolberger here.]
That’s not a spliced photo.
[Found here, no source given.]
Update: Waterfowl Lake, Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada.
Source – Getty Images.
Talking Heads‘ “Road to Nowhere.”
Beat Farmers‘ “Road to Ruin.” These guys were a great bar band.
Steve Earle‘s “Copperhead Road.”
Bruce Stringbean & the E Street Band‘s “Thunder Road,” in 1976.
Roger Mitchum‘s “Ballad of Thunder Road.”
Johnny & Edgar Winter, 2007, with Dylan’s classic “Highway 61 Revisited.”
The cooler’s full, the car’s gassed up, and we’re outta here. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll see you at the first rest stop after sunup.
“Hail Fredonia,” written and performed by Frank Portolese with Brian Sandstrom (Bass) and Rusty Jones (Drums).
Now for a completely unrelated vid, here’s Joe Cocker and Leon Russell from 1970 – “Cry Me A River.” Lotta noise, but a lotta fun.
Here’s CCR‘s “Ramble Tamble from 1970, pasted onto a time lapse cross-country roadtrip. The tune reminds me of The Chips‘ greatest hit (sorry, no video action except for a spinning 45):
And then there’s Dan Akroyd‘s awesome and accurate rendition (lyrics previously posted here.)
Hell ride ricky ticky hubba lubba great weekend, folks. See you back here in a Hi-low ‘n sum a-chickawa.
I was back from college on Easter break. The Weasel and I were cruising the southwestern Ohio sticks with a 12-pack, talking trash and listening to 8-track tapes when nature called. I pulled my ‘57 Chevy into a dark parking lot behind an elementary school and stopped.
Before we were out of the car, headlights flashed from the other end of the parking lot and rushed toward us as another car skidded to a stop just behind, blocking us in. The police ordered us out of the car at gunpoint.
Suddenly we didn’t have to pee so bad — we had to pee worse.
Shining a flashlight around the inside of the car (and spotting only the beer) the cop remarked that there were no rocks or baseball bats. Seems that there had been some vandalism at the school, and the police were staking it out.
We explained why we were there, that we’d just stopped to take a leak. The officer said something I’ll never forget: “To go driving around with a friend and having a few beers is okay.”
And with that, he let us go.
[Image from here.]