Big turn-out at this year’s “Show-N-Shine” down on Boeing Street. There were big and little yellow ones, cars with massive mills and dull black finishes, exotics both wheeled and aerial – and mainly just a lot. We missed it last year since were back in the Bay orchestrating another segment of the move. This year it was a must-do. The Airpark with its wide garage-hanger-lined streets is an excellent venue since you can park planes right at their front door, and cars in three rows with room to move. There were rows of all various car-sorts; of GTO’s, three DeLoreans, and lipstick-colored Thunderbirds. Yellow airplanes and blue ones. Rods and mills. A couple of Stearmans, small bird-dog planes that looked eager to leap into flight.
Project aircraft and experimental, executive speeders and petite acrobatics. Warbirds and trainers – and the white one (with the red star) is a main-land Chinese one. And there was an Allard. I really like living here. Click to embignify.
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That ’49 Chevy coupe in orange sherbet over white is kinda nice, but I’d have done the paint the other way ’round.
The motor on that ’49 Chevy coupe was very tastefully done.
Looks like it’s riding with the origina-ish straight six and dual downdraft carbs.
Period looking.
Me like.
I’m constantly impressed by the amount of room there is in the old engine bays – it’s not a cramped and convoluted double-helix of induction, wiring, and special tubery.
Lucky you. Nice aircraft pics. I took a familiarization ride in the backseat of a T-28 while in the USAF. The IP even let me loop it and do an aileron roll. I later got a similar ride in a doctor’s J3 Cub. I later became a commercial pilot and CFI, but those two flights still stand out.
The smallest plane I’ve been up-in was a DC-3… Ooh! no, the Collings Fdn. B-25 Mitchell!! That has to be smaller than a DC-3. My eyesight dictated that I’d never fly in any of the Services, and I didn’t want (or was mechanically skilled enough) to be a wrench – and then there was the cost and my poor job/career performance later, so flying has always remained an elusive dream. I enjoy the freedom it represents and like to see how much joy it brings to others.
Learning about B-25s from reading “Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo” when I was 10 years old made a lasting impression on me. I’m sure none of those airmen really expected to survive that mission. And yet they went.
The launch from the carrier-deck must have been hairy!
Our brief (30-min.) flight was like riding a REALLY-REALLY-LOUD! paint-mixer, it shook and rattled like crazy, but flew strongly.
We also had good hearing protection the pilots never had. They all went deaf later.
Beautiful pics, and that’s got to be a great show!
It was bigger and more impressive than the Car Show! That Allard was wicked-cool too. I have video of the T-6 fly-over and smoke as viewed from our balcony – they (three of ’em) went straight over…