Curves, Missoula , Montana

Yes, I said it before, but they really just don’t make ‘em like they used to. I gained a whole new appreciation of this '64 Falcon’s beauty while varying my perspectives as cloud shift altered the lighting. Four-door cars rolling off today’s assembly lines just don’t display the design and detail variety of their counterparts from thirty and forty years ago. And they certainly don’t have hood ornaments that make me think of the Silver Surfer.

Click here to indulge in the best of the stockpiled Chevy beauties sold at this past weekend's landmark auction in Pierce, Nebraska.

Cursive Curves, Missoula, Montana

Two things I learned this past week about a ‘64 Ford Falcon:
1- Only the driver’s side boasts a mirror.
(And thanks to TBHE’s fervent polishing, the reflection in the above mirror back features three siblings in our Falcon family saga.)
 2 - They have a generator that affects the power supply, which can be monkeyed with to finish the last few hundred miles between Missoula, Montana, and Belton, Texas. Well, all but the last eighteen miles. 
 (Full story soon to be released in a video link near you.)

Simplicity In Chrome, Missoula, Montana

The ’64 Ford Falcon’s temp controls are a prime example of a classic automotive maxim: The simpler the design, the less there is to go wrong. (Kinda like the perfect little black dress.) No requirement for individual climate management or icon-laden dials and knobs; all you need is HEAT - TEMP - DEF to mix it up and drive happy!
Given my hubby’s chrome-must-shine compulsion, I’m surprised at the smudges. Maybe he was saving it for something to do during his turn riding shotgun on the journey to Texas.

AM Push Button, Missoula, Montana

Continue our trip down Back-in-the-Day Lane in a ‘64 Ford Falcon: Remember when push buttons worked the radio - AND the headlight dim/bright setting?

Triangulation, 64 Ford Falcon Style, Missoula, Montana

A few weeks back, I waxed sentimental about triangle vent windows in the front doors of old cars. Well, the big secret is out - just last night!- so I finally have clearance to reference the source of this nostalgia fit: 
    Some say there is nothing quite so easy on the eyes as a 1964 Ford Falcon (with the post).
 
Stay tuned for more luscious views in days to come.
And let brotherly love continue.
 
(Patience, grasshopper. You’ll hear the whole story in good time.)

Neighborhood Falcon, Missoula, Montana

“Don't worry about your originality. You couldn't get rid of it even if you wanted to. It will stick with you and show up for better or worse in spite of all you or anyone else can do.”
― Robert Henri
I’m amazed by what level of damage to an old automobile can be restored or replaced: rusted out floorboards that reveal the road passing beneath your feet, strange metal-on-metal noises while driving, radiators with holes, chrome that‘s pitted and dull. Long-gone dreams of grace and speed and usefulness are attainable once again, and the value far surpasses that of when it rolled off the assembly line.
As with classic cars, so it is with we humans. So don’t sell yourself short - your potential is still waiting to be seen. And all the miles you’ve traveled truly just add to your beauty and worth.