My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck By Lightning

cloggo:

DIESELPUNK
Now what other engine could a Zeppelin have but a Maybach engine (8-liter V-12 )
Another beauty from Lord K’s garage HERE

Maybach Zeppelin DS-8

DIESELPUNK

Now what other engine could a Zeppelin have but a Maybach engine (8-liter V-12 )

Another beauty from Lord K’s garage HERE

Maybach Zeppelin DS-8

petermorwood:

greatclassiccars:

1926 Rolls-Royce

Nice custom coachwork.

But then back then it was all custom coachwork! You bought the motor-chassis, then had the bodywork added to personal requirements by companies with amazing names like Mulliner, Park Ward and (personal favourite) Thrupp & Maberly.

asaucerfulofwheels:

Salon International de l’Automobile et du Cycle - Genève

1930 & 1932

(via grofjardanhazy)

"
I often find it comforting to think of Uncle Dockery Fitzsimmons, a serene old bright-leaf tobacco farmer who lives in Black Ankle County, about six miles from Stonewall. He is the only man I have ever known who has absolutely no respect for the mechanical genius of Western civilization. One day, when I was about fifteen, we we were fishing Little Rump River for blue bream and a motorboat chugged by, scaring all the fish to the bed of the river, and Uncle Dockery said, “Son, the only inventions that make sense to me are the shotgun, the two-horse wagon, the butter churn, and the frying pan. Sooner or later such contraptions as the motorboat will drive the whole human race into Dix Hill.” Dix Hill is a suburb of Raleigh, where the North Carolina State Asylum for the Insane is located.

Uncle Dockery is still opposed to the automobile. “I don’t want to go nowhere,” he used to say, “that a mule can’t take me.” His hatred of automobiles embraces people who ride in them. One summer afternoon we were sitting on his veranda, eating a watermelon, when a neighbor ran up the road and said, “There’s been a terrible auto accident up on the highway, Mr. Fitzsimmons.” The news pleased Uncle Dockery. He placed his rasher of watermelon on the rail of the veranda, smiled broadly, and asked, “How many killed?” “Four,” said the neighbor. “Well, that’s just fine,” said Uncle Dockery. “Where were they going in such a rush?” “They were going to the beach for a swim,” said the neighbor. Uncle Dockery nodded with satisfaction and said, “I guess they figured the Atlantic Ocean wouldn’t wait.”
"

— Joseph Mitchell (1908-1996), “Uncle Dockery and the Independent Bull,” in Up in the Old Hotel and Other Stories (1992; rpt. New York: Vintage Books, 1993), pp. 364-370 (at 364).

(HT Laudator Temporis Acti)

jstn:

1930 Mercedes-Benz 710 SSK “Count Trossi” (design by Ferdinand Porsche)

(via marcelgomes)

fugaciousephemera:

what-floats-my-boat:

“The automobile of 1973 as imagined in 1923 on the cover of Science and Invention magazine”

Our hats are the real disappointment.

questionableadvice:

~ Cycle and Automobile Trade Journal, June 1909
(click to enlarge)

“When you overtake a car and there is a cloud of dust ahead of you—raise the shield. When you have passed the car and want fresh and bracing air—lower the shield […] without slackening the speed of your car”

cabbagingcove:

M. Jezatny and his “Never Content” making sixty-six miles per hour.

Whoosh!

[The Boy’s Book of Inventions. Roy Stannard Baker, 1905.]

cabbagingcove:

A Motor-Car with Wireless Telegraph

From the text: “It has become quite the fashion in America to have motor-cars fitted up for wireless telegraphy. The electron plays an important role in telegraphing through space.”

[The Autobiography of an Electron. Charles R. Gibson, 1911.]

“dot-dot-[bump in the road]Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash”. Now this looks easy to use and not at all distracting. I suppose we should be grateful that it is “wireless” telegraphy.

feastingonroadkill:

“We declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing automobile with its bonnet adorned with great tubes like serpents with explosive breath … a roaring motor car which seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.” The Futurist Manifesto.

Mr Feastingonroadkill has a short story in his head. And it must be written.

Watch this space.