During WW2, Firestone made floatation belts in Akron Ohio... here is an awesome story about that factory's QA

thanks to my friend Roy for sending me this to share with you

Twin 1937 Boattail Rolls Royces with a story were at the Grand National Roadster Show.. you can never predict what cool stuff you'll see!

 Both built in 1937, one was donated to the war effort and was rebodied to be a Ambulance, the other found it's way to Puerto Rico and became termite food

these won the people's choice award at the Art Center car show

P51 Mustang story from a 12 yr old kids perspective... happened in 1967

The pilot arrived by cab, paid the driver, and then stepped into the pilot's lounge. He was an older man; his wavy hair was gray and tossed. It looked like it might have been combed, say, around the turn of the century. His flight jacket was checked, creased and worn - it smelled old and genuine. Old Glory was prominently sewn to its shoulders. He projected a quiet air of proficiency and pride devoid of arrogance. He filed a quick flight plan to Montreal (Expo-67, Air Show) then walked across the tarmac.

After taking several minutes to perform his walk-around check the pilot returned to the flight lounge to ask if anyone would be available to stand by with fire extinguishers while he "flashed the old bird up, just to be safe."

Though only 12 at the time I was allowed to stand by with an extinguisher after brief instruction on its use -- "If you see a fire, point, then pull this lever!" I later became a firefighter, but that's another story. The air around the exhaust manifolds shimmered like a mirror from fuel fumes as the huge prop started to rotate. One manifold, then another, and yet another barked -- I stepped back with the others. In moments the Packard-built Merlin engine came to life with a thunderous roar, blue flames knifed from her manifolds. I looked at the others' faces, there was no concern. I lowered the bell of my extinguisher. One of the guys signaled to walk back to the lounge. We did.

Several minutes later we could hear the pilot doing his pre flight run-up. He'd taxied to the end of runway 19, out of sight. All went quiet for several seconds; we raced from the lounge to the second story deck to see if we could catch a glimpse of the P-51 as she started down the runway. We could not. There we stood, eyes fixed to a spot half way down 19. Then a roar ripped across the field, much louder than before, like a furious hell spawn set loose---something mighty this way was coming. "Listen to that thing!" said the controller.

In seconds the Mustang burst into our line of sight. Its tail was already off and it was moving faster than anything I'd ever seen by that point on 19. Two-thirds the way down 19 the Mustang was airborne with her gear going up. The prop tips were supersonic; we clasped our ears as the Mustang climbed hellish fast into the circuit to be eaten up by the dog-day haze.

We stood for a few moments in stunned silence trying to digest what we'd just seen. The radio controller rushed by me to the radio. Kingston tower calling Mustang?" He looked back to us as he waited for an acknowledgment.

The radio crackled, "Go ahead Kingston."

"Roger Mustang. Kingston tower would like to advise the circuit is clear for a low level pass." I stood in shock because the controller had, more or less, just asked the pilot to return for an impromptu air show!
The controller looked at us. "What?" He asked. "I can't let that guy go without asking. I couldn't forgive myself!"

The radio crackled once again, Kingston, do I have permission for a low level pass, east to west, across the field?"
"Roger Mustang, the circuit is clear for an east to west pass."

"Roger, Kingston, I'm coming out of 3000 feet, stand by."
We rushed back onto the second-story deck, eyes fixed toward the eastern haze. The sound was subtle at first, a high-pitched whine, a muffled screech, a distant scream.

Moments later the P-51 burst through the haze. Her airframe straining against positive Gs and gravity, wing tips spilling contrails of condensed air, prop-tips again supersonic as the burnished bird blasted across the eastern margin of the field shredding and tearing the air.

At about 500 mph and 150 yards from where we stood she passed with the old American pilot saluting. Imagine. A salute! I felt like laughing, I felt like crying, she glistened, she screamed, the building shook, my heart pounded.

Then the old pilot pulled her up and rolled, and rolled, and rolled out of sight into the broken clouds and indelibly into my memory. I've never wanted to be an American more than on that day. It was a time when many nations in the world looked to America as their big brother, a steady and even-handed beacon of security who navigated difficult political water with grace and style; not unlike the pilot who'd just flown into my memory. He was proud, not arrogant, humble, not a braggart, old and honest, projecting an aura of America at its best. That America will return one day, I know it will. Until that time, I'll just send off this story; call it a reciprocal salute, to the old American pilot who wove a memory for a young Canadian that's lasted a lifetime.

The story I thought of when I read this, http://justacarguy.blogspot.com/2010/02/uncle-bob-corsair-pilot-heroes-dont.html

Jeep cemetaries in Okinawa and Pusan

all found on http://www.ewillys.com/?cat=195 but originally from Life Magazine

Real WW2 American Bomber crew jackets (the art on the back is cool and is the same as the nose art of the airplane) Flikr page I just found

these are only 4 of about 40 at http://www.flickr.com/photos/18532986@N07/sets/72157626140462192/with/6661619935/

We count our victories by the bombers we get to their targets, by the husbands we return to their wives, by the fathers we get back to their children.

Terrence Howard and Cuba Gooding, both are oscar winners, and this looks like the best aerial combat movie since Pearl Harbor, or Flyboys

Great stuff from Volksrat.tumblr.com

 this Pontiac Safari wagon was lost to soft sands and incoming tide in 1973, but was washed clear recently by winter storm seas... that is so damn cool. Anyone having photos like this, email them to me so I can share them! jbohjkl@yahoo.com

 1923 Norton chopper, well, let me say that correctly, a chopper in 1923 that was made into a chopper

found on http://volksrat.tumblr.com/ who found lots of thes cool images on http://onthelosthighway.tumblr.com/ and http://5window.tumblr.com/ and other cool sites

new info about 1937 Chevrolet dealerships installing truck beds in business coupes... I thought that was a thing people had to make for themselves

I've posted about this gas rationing ingenuity before, that a truck was issued more gas rations, and a car less, so some people converted their cars into trucks by just adding a pickup bed where the rumble seat or trunk had been... this is the first I've read about it being done by a dealership... But the owner of this 1937 Chevy business coupe is the 2nd owner and bought this car 40 years ago, so I'll just work with that.

found on http://crosleykook.blogspot.com/2011/12/six-engines-one-wagon-37-chevy-two.html

In a New York City post office, a WW2 monument and tribute.. and a postal delivery bike

strange that it's front tire was a smaller size than the back, but had to be in order to accomodate the big basket
Found on http://www.amusingplanet.com/2011/05/dirk-skrebers-car-crash-sculptures.html where the painting behind the WW2 monument is discussed, it's an art deco piece titled Manhattan Skyline, painted by artist Louis Lozowick at the height of the art deco movement as a Works Project Administration commission. It's 18 feet tall, and in the Farley post office on 8th Ave.