That photo dates from the time when H-D’s marketing and its product offerings were clicking along quite well. They were selling an image as much as a machine. The throwback styling was a big hit.
A good friend (RIP) had a Heritage Softail back then. He was anything but a redneck biker. He...
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A person could have predicted (as I did, several years ago) that marketing consumer items to appeal to a “redneck” slice of the population would come back to bite.
Witness Harley-Davidson, for instance. Harley riders aren’t uniformly old, white, pot-bellied racists, of course. But old...
Yeah, it can seem kinda silly to us, but through the eyes of many others it’s no sillier than dressing in the latest 1940s fashions, as is the habit of some among us here.
It’s really no skin off my nose in either case. As the Savoy Brown song had it, “Wouldn’t it be a real drag if we were all...
Yup. The much restyled later version, the ’66 thru ’69, also had back doors hinged at the rear, but I much, much prefer the earlier ones.
Lincoln doesn’t have a sedan among its offerings anymore. The last one, which had a short run just recently, also had suicide doors. I can’t say that I ever...
True, that.
I once “owned” a piece of real property that threatened to bankrupt me. It kept me up at night. It was a great relief to be rid of it before it really got to bleeding me.
The sale of another property had us paying a wad in capital gains taxes. A way to get around that was...
A large part of the reason I could afford such a toy is because I don’t buy such toys.
But they do catch my eye. Sure would like to own a ’61 thru ’65 Lincoln, for instance, impractical as I know it would be.
I have several thousand. I send photos of works in progress to people giving me money. I take photos of recipes and pieces of art I find interesting and often several of whatever mechanical contraption I happen to be taking apart, so that I can refer back when putting it back together.
I get...
Yowza! These days you can get 15-year mortgages for under 2 percent.
There’s a downside to it, though. It’s at least part of what’s fueling rapidly appreciating real estate values. Modest houses in this modest suburban working-class subdivision are fetching $500K. I doubt many of the recent...
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Yeah, a million (dollars, pounds, euros) ain’t what it used to be.
The scruffy old multimillionaire I alluded to above made his fortune in auto repair and astute real estate investments, starting right after returning from service in WWII. He still owned and operated a used car business...
And …
I know of not a single Northern municipality looking to take any of those statues of Confederate generals off y’all’s hands.
But, it’s still early …
My brief but continuing education in contemporary country music schisms has me feeling hopeful for its future.
I’ve been reading that Walker Hayes ain’t country. Nor is that Lil Nas X fellow. (Black *and* gay, fer cryin’ out loud! If I had pearls, I’d be clutching ’em.)
Willie and company...
Art (for want of a better word) imitates life.
I’ve griped before about rampant Disneyfication. The ersatz neighborhood diner is one thing, but even worse is the authentic joint that gets “saved” (along with the rest of the neighborhood, effin’ yuppies) by having the authenticity carved clean...
I can’t help but think that even self-identified rednecks would find it a mild satire on redneck culture. As with any other identity group, rednecks are granted greater latitude in making observations on their own. And the rest of us get to laugh along with them.
There are still some regionalisms, I s’pose. I used to think that all you’d have to do is change the vegetation and a commercial strip in Miami wouldn’t differ much from one in Missoula. That’s still kind of true. We have a Hampton Inn and a couple Extended Stay Americas and a Motel 6 and a few...
It’s a lesson in how pop culture works these days. It has been for me, anyway. Prior to this, I was as unfamiliar with TikTok as GW Bush was with “the Google” in 2006.
All that aside, the song wouldn’t be a hit if it weren’t a real, real catchy tune. It ain’t all marketing. You still gotta have...
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