Love is in the air February 2, 2010
Posted by tobthebat in Car Guy Thoughts.Tags: billet, chocolate, chrome, Daytona 500, daytona speed week, detail, edible, flowers, musclecar, NASCAR, polished aluminum, roses, Valentines day
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Fate has always had a strange sense of humor, and it appears to be no exception for 2010.
After a blanket of snow fell on us here in central Virginia, we swing into the month of February with winter still fully upon us. This has come as no real surprise to me for one recurring reason. Being the gearhead that I am, I attend the yearly Rods and Customs Car Show held at the Showplace just east of Richmond. The dates for the show always fall somewhere in early February, and more often than not there has been snow on the ground for the event.
Back to fate and its sense of humor. Obviously this year fate has decided to tempt the desires of the gearheads and see what mayhem will ensue. On a national scale, Valentine’s Day is celebrated on the 14th, which this year happens to fall on a Sunday. This particular date also happens to be the culmination of Daytona Speed Week, with the much-anticipated Daytona 500 waving the green flag on that very same day.
For those couples and families who are avid NASCAR fans, this was probably seen as a godsend. They can pack their campers and motor homes with all manner of tailgating supplies, or simply kick back in one of the many hotels located near the legendary track. Even for the ones who cannot make the trek to Florida, they can break out the hot wings and the premium beer, and have a cozy afternoon on the sofa in front of the big screen.
I’m sure there might even be some flowers and chocolates, possibly embossed with a favorite driver’s number, exchanged at the end of the race along with the gentle words, “I love ya baby.”
However, outside of the realm of NASCAR couples bliss, there is a “No-woman’s land” where every effort will be made by gearhead fans to fit in watching the race. This will be attempted against all efforts by the opposite sex to create a “pay attention to me” kind of day. While I am sure many may pull this feat off with a level of aplomb, there will be others who will fail, and hot wings and chocolates may become projectiles before the day is over.
In my little corner of the country, fate has thrown a trifecta at the gearhead community, landing the Rods and Customs Car Show on this very day as well. While there is a Friday night opening, and all day Saturday to get your glossy paint and chrome fix, but if your work schedule prohibits making those dates, welcome to the merry-go-round.
Luckily for me, I’m not a dyed in the wool NASCAR fan, which drops one corner of this wicked triangle right away. On the other hand, there have been few years that I have missed the Car Show. So now I must give thanks, and this year show how much I love my mother, since she obviously contributed to my gearhead DNA.
At 76 years young, she might not be as mobile as she used to be, but her desire and love of cool looking hot rods is still going strong. For the past few years now, we have taken in the various car shows together and it has been great fun for us both.
On an even more fortunate note, my lovely bride is possessed with the heavenly quality of flexibility. If we don’t celebrate on a specific date it’s no biggie since we can easily make up for it before or after. For a gearhead like myself, this is a gift that has come on angel’s wings, and another reason I make a concentrated effort to fit everything in and not forget how lucky I really am to have her.
One cannot help but be struck at how deep our gearhead affliction goes, especially since we are so blind to it ourselves. I see this in myself when my wife and I travel, while she puts down the window to snap a picture of flowers or birds, I put down the window to hear the exhaust note of a musclecar pulling away from a stop.
While her thoughts for Valentine’s probably lean towards flowers and chocolate (she always loves chocolate) I would probably be thinking about a box of braided stainless hoses for the engine bay of my car (they do make those in anodized red) or possibly even a bouquet of polished aluminum wheels.
I suppose if some genius candy maker ever figures out how to coat chocolate with some kind of edible, shiny, reflective surface, then the gearheads will be in real trouble. I can see countless men showing up with boxes of the new “Chocolate Chrome” only to be met with raised eyebrows and bizarre looks. This would be immediately followed with the look of disbelief by said gearhead while he utters the phrase;
“Aw c’mon, what wrong? Those are cool!”
Heaven help us if they ever make chrome plated roses. Then again, they probably already do somewhere, machined from billet aluminum no doubt, polished to high reflective sheen, with a frightening price tag.
But every gearhead knows he will never shell out so much money for something so cool looking unless it fits on the car somewhere.
Gearheads everywhere, we are without a doubt an afflicted bunch, so take stock this day in this sport and hobby we love so much. Slide off your chrome plated mirror shades and take note of those who love you best. They are vital parts of our lives and they can’t be fixed with wrenches (as much you might like to on occasion.)
This is the day when you give your significant other the kind of attention like you do that four-wheeled work of art when you detail it for a show. Attention to detail makes all the difference, and it goes farther than the garage door.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
No 3D for Me January 6, 2010
Posted by tobthebat in Uncategorized.Tags: 3D, Avatar, Blu-Ray, flat screen, HD, HDMI, IMAX, movies, theater
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There has been much brew-ha made over the coming of age of the 3-D movie. Years ago you could put on your paper glasses with one red lens and one blue lens and watch arrows being shot at your head. Today the technology has evolved and the glasses look more like simple sunglasses, while the film still throws objects at you.
Years ago, the 3D film was more of a gimmick, while today it is becoming more of a mainstream effort, even in formats like IMAX. I hadn’t been to a 3D film in years, but after seeing “Avatar” in its standard format, I was compelled to give it another whirl.
To say that I was vastly disappointed is an understatement. I have watched people in department stores and co-workers I know shell out large sums of money for the latest in HD technology for their home use. HD plasma televisions, Blu-Ray players and HDMI cables, all in the name of the razor sharp,crystal clear picture. Now maybe some of my gripe is due to my aging eyesight, but after attending another showing of “Avatar” in 3D with my daughter, she complained of the slightly fuzzy elements onscreen as well.
Then my son informed me that the closer you sit to the center of the theater, the sharper the images may be, and since I tend to choose seats at the end of the aisle I thought it might be worth another shot. So another ticket and pair of glasses later, I was still just as off-put as I was the first time, so much so that I am now willing to say that if you haven’t seen “Avatar” in its standard format, then you have missed how good this film really can be.
I’m on board with the concept of the crisp,clear and incredibly well defined picture on the screen at home. My financial abilities haven’t caught up with what is being offered just yet, but I’m sure I will get there in time. I have enjoyed attending theaters and watching films at home for the better part of my adult life. I hate to think that 3D technology will be what finally drives me out of the theater and into my den on permanent basis.
I truly enjoy the experience of the big screen in theaters and it has been my number one “date night” activity for as long as I can remember. I have been wildly entertained, informed, educated, amused and broken into tears, and I have relished it all. However I still want that experience to be as sharp and realistic as it has been for so long, and certainly as good as you can experience at home. Maybe technology will continue to advance to the point that the glasses will no longer be needed, maybe then the theater will become such a wondrous place as the home can never be. Unfortunately I’m quite sure that kind of presentation will come with stout price tag, but that has always been the case.
Until that fantasy day arrives, keep my 3D glasses on the rack thank you, I’ll be enjoying my movies the old fashioned way. I would have already seen “Avatar” in the IMAX format had it not been for the 3D, I think this film in IMAX would be astonishing and breath-taking. Alas, I have not seen it offered that way so I’ll just have to be content with how much I enjoyed it otherwise. Maybe this will be my motivation for finally getting that big,flat screen at home.
Until then, I’ll see you at the movies, as long as it isn’t in 3D.
Timmy
A Look Back January 1, 2010
Posted by tobthebat in Uncategorized.Tags: beaches, Carlisle, Detroit, Easter.honeymoon, fall, Florida, Hampton, Key West, memories, New York, photography, summer, Valentines day
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So often we say “Where did the time fly to?” or “I can’t believe the year is almost over already!”
To this I say take a few moments and think back about what you have done this past year. We can always dwell on what we didn’t do, but in the vein of positive thinking, what did we spend our time on?
Each year for me of late takes on a similar ramp up, but it is one I have come to look forward to. January is marked quickly by my Mother’s birthday, and it is a day I give thanks for, as each year she soldiers on against advancing age, while her playful spirit remains undaunted. Each February we brave the cold together to take in the Rods and Customs Car Show, and its an event where we both get to let our inner child run free.
The second month of the year also brings two other important events. The first being Valentines Day, and this has taken on so much more impact in recent years as I continue to relish the wonderful relationship my wife and I share. Her gift to me this past year was a very personal collection of her photographs that she complied into a book, to which she added various quotes and poems. No amount of jewelery, candy or cologne could have been as heartwarming, and I love her dearly for the unique touch she brings to my life.
The last weekend in February brings a red letter day for my wife. The Quilt Festival held in Hampton Va. annually is a must attend event for her, and the gift of advance funds for her March 3rd birthday are welcomed with wide smiles for her to go “play in her world”.
I suppose it could be seen as an “easy out” for me in regard to her birthday, but its one she voices full approval for each year.
Late March to early April brings the Easter holiday, and for us that means our annual trek north to Connecticut to visit my wife’s relatives. From the first time I met these people they have welcomed me in as one of their own, and I look forward to seeing them each year. This past year, my Mother went along for the trip and she spills tales of my youth for their entertainment. It also become readily apparent where my silliness comes from, but that’s fine since in their household, sanity is optional but not required.
The trip home from Connecticut brings a stop over to visit The Big Apple, Manhattan, New York City. This has become an event unto itself, since for me the date always coincides with the New York International Auto Show. I know Mom enjoys oogling the shiny, exotic hardware as much as I do, and fun pictures always mark the occasion. This past year a pic of me was snapped with my head sticking out of the roof of a Smart Car, and my Mom drooled over the last in the series of PT Dream Cruisers. Arlie joined us for this day and got her obligatory shots of the various Minis, a toy I’m sure she will own at some point in her future.
Late April brings our wedding anniversary, on the 27th to be exact. While on our honeymoon, we made the mutual decision that instead of trying to figure out what to give each other every year for anniversary gifts, we would take a vacation instead. This annual “honeymoon” has been the most richly wondrous experience anyone could ask for. The destinations have not been exotic, but more pointed towards places we have simply wanted to visit. We make a point for there to be places that interest both of us on each journey, and it has proven to be a growing experience as we each get to see those things that delight the other. I think we have shown sides and inner thoughts that might otherwise have gone unseen.
Trish is a beach nut to say the very least, the feel of sand in her toes and the sound of ocean waves breaking on the shore are some of her greatest simple pleasures of life. I had not been to Florida since I was small child, and she had never been, so we stuffed the back of my PT Cruiser convertible until it could hold no more (the picture of which is hilarious) and we set off on a beach tour of the Sunshine State.
Trish is also an avid Jimmy Buffett fan, or “Parrotheads” as they are known, so a trek to Florida would not be complete without including Key West. The weather smiled on us each and every day as we hit the stops of St. Augustine and then Daytona Beach, where I visited the legendary Daytona Speedway, and drove on the sands of Daytona itself.
From there we took in the Kennedy Space Center and then down to Miami. The next day was one for the scrapbooks as plentiful sunshine poured down while we crossed the 42 bridges that dance over the Keys and the crystal, turquoise water that lead to Key West.
This island out in the Gulf of Mexico has a pace and life all its own, we parked the car and rode bikes everywhere we went, then we topped it off with a glorious sunset sailboat ride.
Once back to the mainland we met up with a friend of hers for dinner in Miami, at their fabulous restaurant called “Scorch”, and the next day set off across the marshlands of the Everglades. Birds and alligators were in plentiful supply and we ended the day on Sanibel Island where I have never seen so many sea shells on a beach in my life.
Honeymoon Island and Tarpon Springs were our last stops before returning home, but all told it was a magnificent trip, and one we will share memories of for the rest of our lives.
The summer months bring plenty of afternoon movies and lunch dates, as well as the occasional day outing to let Trish exercise her shutterbug skills.
In July, my daughter Michelle and I took a road trip to Carlisle, PA. for the All Chrysler Nationals. The 88 acre fairgrounds in Carlisle are host to a gluttonous feast for the car-guy appetite, with hundreds of both rare and classic cars from all over the country. The weather was on the warm side, and an afternoon shower cut the fun a bit short, but the sun smiled on us the next day as we cruised the Amish countryside on the route home.
Late summer brought a concert at The National in downtown Richmond where the hard rock band “Memory Fade” performed. My son Josh was the lead singer for this group, and his hard-driving vocals were the icing on the cake for this band’s great sound. They performed all of their own music instead of just doing covers of hits, and unlike some other bands that night, their show was more than just screaming and pounding. Memory Fade’s music covered a nice range and I believe that they had real potential. Unfortunately, as happens so often in the music world, personal differences offstage ultimately doomed them to split up.
I fully support Josh’s reasons for parting company, but one can’t help but wonder if such a great sound would have rocked the world. He seems much happier these days, now with a new job and a fiance’, his world is looking much brighter and that’s what really matters most.
The fall of the year brought another outing in that Trish is a dyed-in-the-wool Billy Joel fan. I suppose her being a native New Yorker, she grew up on his music as so many others did, but she also has an affinity for “Captain Fantastic” aka, Elton John. She had often said that she wanted to attend one of their “Face to Face” concerts, so when those dates were announced, and then mentioned that they may not have the shared events anymore, she decided to jump on the chance. Between work schedules and trying to get tickets, we wound up planning to attend the concert held in Columbus,Ohio.
We basically made an extended weekend out of the event by meeting up with some of her friends in Pittsburgh,Pa. and then detoured north to visit the “Motor City” of Detroit, Michigan.
The concert was a rousing event that did not disappoint, and the weather smiled on us nicely for some top down sightseeing in and around Detroit. I took in the Walter P. Chrysler Museum with much joy, and out of complete chance, the Detroit Science Museum was hosting a limited time exhibit of Star Trek artifacts. All in all a lovely day in Detroit. The trip back home was slightly long but we have always been able to pass the miles away with plenty of chit-chat and music for any mood.
Later in the fall, over the Columbus Day weekend, we had to return to New York for a memorial ceremony for Trish’s Aunt Vivienne. Aunt Viv was a true force of nature, and a soul that will be missed but never forgotten. We got to meet more of the extended family that we had not seen before, or in a very long time. Despite some overcast weather, it was a beautiful weekend in many ways, but it ended on a sad note when we returned home to find our pet cat Hamish had passed away. Like Viv, for us Hamish left his mark on our hearts and he will be forever in our memories. We have since adopted two new cats into our home, and they are finding their place very nicely…in that cat kind of way.
Before you know it, Thanksgiving and Christmas are upon us once again, and this year saw both holidays bring a well attended family gathering.
It’s so very nice to see both parents and children, from more than one generation, along with their significant others come and be part of the joy of the day. To see a family continue to grow, to able to come together and laugh and enjoy the company of one another is a blessing money cannot buy.
I started this blog this year, and it has led to me writing a monthly column for the Hemi Hot Rods website. Getting a chance to write about things that are so involved with my love of the automotive art and the gearhead world are good things indeed. I sincerely hope someday my wife’s photography skills will finally begin to open new doors for her as well. I would love to scream to the world how much I have enjoyed watching her work, and the passion she has for what she does. Only time will tell what the future holds for each of us.
Looking back, I would say it was a very good year, and I sincerely hope the next will be just as rewarding. From our house to all of you, a very Happy New Year.
Timmy
Avatar December 23, 2009
Posted by tobthebat in Uncategorized.Tags: Avatar, Dances with Wolves, James Cameron, Pandora Computer animation, science fiction
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After the frenzied weekend rush was over with, I finally went to see the much anticipated film from James Cameron. I had watched all of the trailers and clips online, and the hype had sucked me in, especially since I’m a big fan of good sci-fi films.
I could easily begin with string of superlatives and adjectives aimed at describing the impact of this movie, but none of them would truly do the film justice. There are those who have said that this movie is a visual feast but lacks depth in its storyline. While this statement does have its level of truth, I don’t see that as a downside.
Many writers will tell you that when it comes to stories, there is nothing new in the world, be it romance, tragedy or good vs. evil. I would tend to agree with that statement since a movie can have a very simple story premise, but can deliver that story in a very compelling fashion, such is the case with “Avatar”. One could even go so far as to say the story is predictable, but once again I have seen many good films where one could predict the outcome early on, but it made the ending or the telling no less enjoyable.
The one crucial element required for any science fiction to succeed is the age old saying of…
“Suspension of disbelief”
This vital piece of movie magic is where “Avatar” shines, and does so at a level never before seen by my eyes. If Cameron’s competitors were concerned about high this film was going to raise the bar, I would suggest that they start buying stock in Grecian Formula to hide all of the gray hairs they are going to grow. “Avatar” doesn’t simply raise the level of movie effects, it ties a rocket to it and blasts it as far into deep space as the mythical world of Pandora. I personally have a hard time visualizing how you could make this kind of film-making look more convincing.
The world of Pandora literally transports you to a place like you have never seen before, it is this strength alone that more than compensates for any storyline “weakness” that might be perceived. The visual impact of any film has always been what sells the goods, as anyone who has ever seen a well acted, but low budget “B” movie can attest.
While it becomes immediately apparent that not even the most minute portion of any set or background of Pandora was borrowed from any place on this planet, the fauna and wildlife appear seamlessly at home. The more dangerous creatures may bear some slight resemblance to predators we have seen on the Discovery Channel, but only by their build and movement. This fact is also swallowed up by your brain as being completely natural for this alien environment.
The other visual area that “Avatar” truly excels in is that of the native tribe’s movement and expression. Computer animation has grown by leaps and bounds in the past twenty years, and it has given comic style characters a magnificent shot in the arm. Action films have benefited from the ability to perform stunts otherwise unheard of, and the ability to create “extras” as well as stunning backdrops, all of these attributes are employed in “Avatar” but at a level of detail far exceeding any predecessor.
Just as it is with humans, each member of the native tribe has their own unique look, and their facial expressions are so detailed, their emotions so readily recognized and their movements so fluid and natural, you almost have to pinch yourself to realize that you’re not looking at human actors in make-up. This presentation of the main character’s plight of being ridden to a wheelchair in “real life”, as opposed to his ability to function far beyond any human capacity while linked to his avatar body, draws you into the blurred line of which existence is of greater value. He has everything to live for in this vicarious world, but his only access to it is by way of unscrupulous and greedy wealth mongers. These qualities that he is forced to choose between emulate many real world situations.
The native tribes of Pandora also appear to have much in common with the Native American of ages gone by. Their beliefs in the connections between Earth and mankind, as well as all that surrounds us is something this film presents on a highly augmented level. I have read where some critics have called this film a sci-fi version of “Dances with Wolves”, and while I must admit there are common themes, Kevin Costner’s classic still is an outstanding cinematic work to this day. I would regard this comparison as a high form of flattery, both in story and presentation.
All told, “Avatar” is indeed a lush feast for the eyes, and if the story is considered to be lacking depth, I submit many of the great truths of life are some of the most basic. With that in mind, this film still made me laugh, made me hope and cheer, made me feel the pain of loss, the tension of fear and the misty eyes of sorrow. From the sweeping vistas to the battle cries of young warriors who ride dragon-like creatures as if they were giant eagles, “Avatar” is an immersion for the senses, and an experience to be savored and certainly not to be missed.
Timmy
I had a Dream November 29, 2009
Posted by tobthebat in Car Guy Thoughts.Tags: Cummins, diesel, Dodge, dreams, Father, great depression, speed, wrench
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Dreams can be strange things to say the least, but sometimes they blend things together that seem so very real, albeit impossibly out of place. The subconscious mind is an unexplainable thing, even though psychologists have studied it for years.
This particular dream was certainly not as bizarre as many I’ve had in the past, but it left me wondering if there was some underlying meaning or message. Many people of different faiths believe that dreams can be forms of communication. I don’t know if that was the case with me,if so, I have no clue at this point as to what the message could have been.
I dreamed I was walking out to my mailbox, and all of the surroundings were as normal as when I have done this in reality hundreds of times. As I was leafing through the sale fliers and other junk, the silence was broken by the familiar rattling sound of a diesel engine. I turned to take in the sight of a behemoth, a tu-tone blue and black, Dodge Ram pickup truck. Not just your mundane pickup mind you, this was the macho, hairy gorilla ape model. This long bed,crew cab, dually four wheel drive rolled up and stopped right next to me with its Cummins turbo diesel chattering away. The passenger door swung open and my next sight left me speechless.
Sitting tall in the driver’s seat was a fit,vibrant man with slick black hair. His smile was wide and bright as he wiggled the gearshift to check for neutral and then patted the passenger seat, inviting me to climb aboard. Some how from the first moment I looked into the cab and saw this man I knew right away it was my Father.
I would say right off that he was my age but that would be skewed, especially since I will turn 51 years old in couple of days and he was 51 when he passed away. All I knew now was that whatever his age might be, he was without any of the ailments that plagued so much of his adult life when I was growing up. Yet here he sat, behind the wheel of this shining new truck like a kid with a new toy.
From the inside, the truck appeared to have all the bells and whistles anyone could ask for, but since so much of his life had been spent driving trucks and buses, it came as no surprise that this truck had a manual transmission. We pulled away from the house and we motored through the subdivision with him shifting and double-clutching, smiling with glee at every movement of the gear lever. It was almost as though he was showing off that he still had the skills he had honed so long ago.
He began to ramble on about how he fell in love with this truck the moment he laid eyes on it, he added that he had no clue what most of this electronic crap was all over the dashboard, but it was a diesel and he could shift gears and that made it beautiful.
I still seemed to be speechless, not being able to gather myself together enough to ask any kind of question. He drove on, smiling over at me as we rode, and it was then I noticed the surroundings had changed. Suddenly we were in an older section of Petersburg where he used to take all of his vehicles to a place called Kump’s Garage. Charlie Kump was my Father’s car inspector and general mechanic. I guess Dad wanted to show off his new toy to his old friend. The old neighborhood however doesn’t look like it did back in those days, Kump’s Garage is long gone and the street was busy with thugs and drug dealers. I kept trying to utter the words to tell him we were in a bad place and we needed to make tracks, but he motored steadily on.
The next thing I knew we were back in my subdivision and the passenger door swung open without any assistance. I climbed down and looked back into the cab as he flashed a wide smile and clicked the gear lever into first. The door swung slowly closed without a touch, and he goosed the throttle and pulled away.
I woke in my bed to a dark room, only the glowing numbers of my wife’s alarm clock provided any kind of light. 4:15 am, and I rub my eyes as I try an orient myself over what just happened. I suppose I’ll never really know or make any sense of it, since it was after all, only a dream. Yet I wonder.
As Thanksgiving has just passed and my birthday closes in, I have been reflecting on the impact my Father had on my life. He was gone so much of the time during my youth, away on the road at the wheel of a Greyhound Bus. Today just the sight of a Greyhound is synonymous with thoughts of him and the many miles he rolled away as he earned a living for his family.
He never was crazy about the idea of either me or my brother playing sports as we grew up. I think he considered it a great deal of effort for something that was what he thought to be a waste of time. I can understand how he felt that way since growing up on a tobacco farm in North Carolina during the Great Depression supplied a whole different set of circumstances that I have never faced, and hope I never will. Hard work and chores were the order of the day, every day, and every member of the family had something they were responsible for doing. So I’m quite sure our lives growing up appeared to be padded with luxury by comparison.
So very often when I was middle school age, I was dragged kicking and screaming (not literally) away from my favorite television programs to help him work on the family car. I suppose I was learning by some level of osmosis, but it certainly didn’t feel that way since my major task was to hold the light so he could see.
“Don’t shine the light in my eyes…hold it on the god-damned work!”
This phrase was uttered by him so very often that I hear it echo in my head every time I see a shop light, a drop cord or some fancy new gadget design to be a hands free device. I chuckle about it now, but back then I heard those words in my sleep.
It wasn’t until after I had gotten my driver’s license, (which the experience of getting is fodder for a blog post all its own) and I over came my fear of speed and dying behind the wheel (another story all to itself) that all the things he had been trying to pour into my head finally began to come together.
After I graduated high school, I got job at a local Chrysler-Plymouth dealership. The next year of my life was one rich with the growth of my automotive experience. The basics my Father had given me almost against my will proved to be a solid foundation that I built rapidly upon. The times that followed were those passing-the-torch kind of moments, as he would come out to the garage where had been force-feeding me these lessons of cars and lawnmowers, only to find me ripping apart my own car in my early go-faster endeavors. You know there is a silent pride when you re-assemble something and it fires over on the first try, as he then would elbow one of my friends and say; “The little shit is pretty good ain’t he?”
Any less color would have been out of context for his personality.
As I look back now, I find I owe my Father an eternal debt of gratitude. He set my hands and feet on a path I never thought I would follow at the time. He taught me the value of hard work and anything worth having is worth working for. He taught me the reality that there are more things hard about life than things that are easy, and that the easy ones are that way for a good reason. He told me repeatedly; “Any idiot can learn from his own mistakes, a really smart man will learn from someone else’s mistakes.”
I have found that to be valuable advice on more than one occasion, as I have watched co-workers destroy their own lives over and over again. I have learned that peer pressure is backed mostly with cowardice and that true friends are counted usually on one hand.
More than anything, I find it so ironic that the very thing my Father tried so hard to teach me in my youth, that I loathed so much at the time, would become a life long passion that I relish to this day. Virtually everyone in this country and in many places around the world, owns at least one car. To so many they are mere appliances that carry them about their routines, but just like in the days of old, there were many who owned horses and then there were those who cared for them like dearest friends.
Most will say that cars are just machines, and maybe they are in the final analysis, but part of me believes when you build something with your hands, part of you remains with that you have touched. We wrench, we toil, we pray and we breathe life into these machines. We craft them into expressions of ourselves, and when we drive them they become extensions of ourselves, enabling us to do and see so much we could barely accomplish alone.
I often wonder if my Father had gone it alone outside all those nights, and left me in front of the television, how much different a man would I be today? This is a path that I draw a blank about.
As my age this year surpasses the lifespan of my Father, I hope he is proud of the portion of his legacy that he passed to me. I hope he is pleased with what I have built upon the knowledge he gave to me. I’d like to think maybe this dream was his way of reaching out to me, to let me know he looks down on me with approval, that his advice and teaching was not in vain. That I have the ability to overlook his faults and retain that which he tried to make worthwhile.
I may have hated holding the light, and I still hate mowing grass, but thank you Dad so very much for putting a wrench in my hands, for putting me under the hood and behind the wheel. I cannot express how much I have loved the drive, and thanks for the ride.
Of Cars and Unions November 9, 2009
Posted by tobthebat in Car Guy Thoughts.Tags: automakers, capitalism, cars, Chrysler, Ford, gearhead, GM, Honda, Toyota, UAW, union
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For the past thirty years of my life I have been an industrial union worker, and for all that time and longer, I have been a gearhead. The last job I held before I started where I am now was with a Chrysler/Plymouth dealership nearby. While that dealer and the Plymouth marque are now both defunct, that year of my life was a rich learning experience.
To work at a place where your ongoing education of the changes in the new cars was a priority was a true gift. We were visited several times a year by the Chrysler factory representative, who would school us on procedures and special tools to be used on new models. The time before and after the formal class was more casual chatting, but it was a grand insight on the inner workings of the automotive world. These sessions sparked a thirst for car knowledge I have never quenched to this day.
When the opportunity came my way to be hired on to my present job, it was one of those things you cannot walk away from. At the young age of 20, the chance to sign on for a job that doubled my salary was a no-brainer, and even though I was laid off several times and recalled over the next four years, it still paid off in the long haul. Through all of those up and down times, I never stopped reading books and magazines dedicated to the automotive world.
Upon my being hired on my present job, I was offered admittance to the Teamsters Union, and I have been a member ever since. There have been many accusations levied against the union over the course of my career, not the least of which was association with organized crime. Anytime there are big dollars involved, corruption can take hold of people and carry them astray. This is true in many businesses as well as politics, which is why organized crime has never put all of its eggs into one basket. You can find many records of arrest and convictions of union officials over the years, but also in many other places as well.
On the whole, I do not believe that all unions are corrupt any more than I believe every police officer I see is on the take. What I do know is that through negotiations, the union has held the company in check and protected the jobs of many people. There have still been sacrifices made over the years,and we have assumed more of our benefit costs to keep business viable and competitive. In the end, we have seen how companies will treat their own without compassion, and replace older,more experienced workers with younger butt-kissers,so it isn’t just unions who shield less than stellar employees.
All told, after 30 plus years of union exposure and automotive immersion, I think these are topics I have a bit of knowledge about and can speak of with a level of conviction.
Back to the subject at hand, which would be the ongoing battle between the United Auto Workers (UAW) and the domestic auto giants. Glenn Beck made the statement that if unions were so great, why wasn’t Detroit like Disneyworld? The truth of the matter is that at one time it was exactly that, but one only has to take a ride along Lakeshore Drive to see that the money still hasn’t left town.
The five villages of Grosse Pointe are the most wealthy and highly valued real estate anywhere in the area. We recently visited Detroit on vacation and chatting with local residents proved very enlightening. The entire stretch of Lake St Clair in Grosse Pointe is bordered with gated parks and yacht clubs with no public access. Four of the villages of Grosse Pointe have ownership of these places, and even they don’t want members of the land locked portion of Grosse Pointe to intrude. The homes in this area would have to be called estates since “houses” would be far too much of an understatement. So “Disneyland” would depend mostly on your point of view.
I have traveled over much of the northeast and northern parts of the Midwest, and the number of abandoned industrial sites is shocking. There have been many types of businesses that owned them and I doubt they were all shut down by unions. Some were replaced in other areas, while others outlived their usefulness. Industrial plants have a lifespan like any other facility,perhaps more so since their equipment will become antiquated over time. This is compounded in the auto industry since model and platform changes can sometimes require retooling so immense that constructing a new location is more cost-effective,especially if the old plant is already over twenty years old.
Ford, General Motors and Chrysler all still have their headquarters here in Detroit, or at least one of its suburbs, and all three still operate multiple plants in the area. Ford has weathered the recent financial downturn without the benefit of bailout funds. Chrysler suffered at the hands of its breakup with Daimler-Benz, who had retooled several of its plants to build V8 powered,rear wheel drive vehicles as well as trucks and sport utilities. When Daimler-Benz pulled out of their partnership, they were suddenly saddled with massive debt and few new products in the pipeline. Cerberus Management then took over, and they were by their own admission,”not car people”. Cerberus set forward on a plan to liquidate as many asset funds as possible in an effort to buy out GMAC, or General Motors financial arm. Their first order of business was to dump any new products, which weren’t numerous to begin with, and basically wait for the company to fail. When the price of gas spiked and then the economy collapsed, it looked as though they might get their wish, but General Motors went south as well, a victim of its own poor planning.
GM has long claimed that high union wages were the bane of their business, but there is a deeper story. On the one hand,GM was incredibly top-heavy with layers of management,mostly as a result of the many divisions they encompassed. Over time the various divisions were competing against themselves instead of having distinct identities. They also made the same short-sighted mistake of pouring too many of their resources into trucks and SUVs,even going so far as to idle car plants and retool them for trucks. The major example of this was when they killed off the Caprice sedan, which they made large fleet sales to police and municipal facilities, and replaced it with Tahoe SUVs. GM’s effort to try and get police departments to buy Tahoes instead was ill-fated and most all of that business was lost to Ford.
I was given an industrial business mini-course on improved efficiency called Six-Sigma, in this course we identified things that could be eliminated or reduced to make our operation “leaner”. This course repeated over and over the benefits of a self-directed workforce, because while management was considered essential, it was also deemed “non-value added work”.
In the realm of automotive business, this equates to the fact that artists,designers, engineers and builders actually make the cars, while management decides what flies and what doesn’t. Time has proven their decisions are not always the right ones. In their defense, the same is true of any business, right down to the Mom and Pop operation where one bad decision can determine if they flourish or lock the doors.
In recent years GM claimed that rising medical costs for their union employees actually cost them more per car than sheet metal required for production. Negotiations followed and the UAW made concessions and ultimately took over responsibility for the workers pension fund. I have no doubt this was a huge issue since workers who have retired from my job have complained mightily about the rising cost of health insurance eating their pension checks.
Over ten years ago the UAW and the domestic auto makers lobbied Congress for tariffs on import cars that were flooding the marketplace. This seemed only fair since our cars were heavily taxed when shipped overseas, the resulting law made provision that if a foreign automaker wanted to sell cars here without tariff, then the cars must be at least assembled in the United States.
Today, Honda,Toyota,Subaru,Hyundai,BMW and Mercedes-Benz all have at least one plant operating in the United States, with Kia and VW in process to build.
The North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) allowed goods to cross both the Canadian and Mexican borders without import tariff,and the domestic automakers jumped on this with both feet. Today there are almost as many “domestic” cars built in Canada and Mexico than in the US, while fully half of the foreign fleets are built here.
While its true that plants in either Canada or Mexico don’t have to deal with large health care costs for employees, how is it the foreign automakers are flourishing under domestic conditions? Some will instantly say it is because they are non-union; but why have they stayed that way? It certainly isn’t because the UAW hasn’t approached them, its more about the reasons the workers have rejected them.
UAW employees contracted to GM can earn a top pay of $73 an hour, which includes the cost of benefits, while the Honda USA workers have top pay of $65 an hour. This may seem like a sizable amount when you consider the number of employees involved, but then Honda pays its employees on average $6-8k bonuses each year, which puts their pay higher than the GM workers. Is it any wonder they don’t want the UAW on board?
Now in fairness, none of the foreign plants have been up and running long enough to have employee turnover to retirement like GM is experiencing, but now that the UAW has assumed control of that it should be on off the table issue. There is another issue of larger proportion to be addressed.
General Motors average Executive pay is 17 million dollars, NOT just the CEO, while by contrast Honda’s entire Executive board made almost 22 million dollars COMBINED. This is also part of the reason their plant workers get bonuses,everyone gets bonus money for making goals. These scale up per level, but the entire company benefits from a job well done. In turn, everyone makes sacrifices when things get tight. Toyota had to idle its Tundra plant for 14 weeks for inventory control,and it was done so without revolt,especially since they laid no one off. Instead they are using the time for training and skills improvement. So is it any wonder their workers feel no need for union support? This is a far cry from shuttering entire facilities and laying off thousands. At least the foreign automakers are making the effort to live and die as a team by putting the company first, and doing so by example. To compound this disparity, domestic builders break their exec salaries out of their cost equation while the foreign companies include their in. Shouldn’t this be giving the domestic auto companies an edge? Not really, since the compensation payout to execs still takes funds away from development of future technologies and products.
The actions of Honda and Toyota not only invoke a sense of unity and company loyalty, but provides more liquid cash flow for developing new products and not being at the mercy of the quarterly report. GM scoffed at Toyota when they put the Prius into production, saying they would wind up eating the car and it would sink like a rock. Lo and behold ten years later, not only has Prius production more than doubled, but it has become the household name for “hybrid/high mileage car”. Despite an 11 day shutdown in Japan, Toyota still has plans to move forward with construction of a plant to build Prius hybrids here in the United States. Toyota looked farther forward than what profited big in the short-term and never lost their world vision for the sake of the American market.
In retrospect is it any surprise the UAW would fight with GM over wages and benefits when their business practice is so far removed from their competition? The domestic automakers have been the recipient of numerous breaks from the Government, NAFTA, the stalling of CAFE standards, the exemption of trucks from CAFE, and yet they still cannot compete with domestic facilities who are making cars at higher standards. Foreign automakers who are actually paying their workers more overall.
I submit that “Disneyworld” is still in Detroit, and it resides in the boardrooms of those who made the decisions to run the ship aground for short-term profit. I personally think it takes a special kind of arrogance to knock off a 17 million dollar paycheck and then tell the workers who build your products they get too much. Your competitors are proving the flaws in your thinking right in your own backyard. Where did this whole twisted mentality come from that makes an executive believe they are worth that kind of money? While it might be true it took many years to rise to those positions, your counterparts at Honda and Toyota have as well. If your demands to your workers are to compete with them they why can’t you? If your company made big profits from huge sales, did you think you did that all on your own? Evidently someone must think so since CEO pay in the United States has risen 400% in the past ten years,far outstretching virtually any other country in the world.
In my opinion, this is the classic case of the American abuse of capitalism, which is pretty sad when the foreign car makers are playing the same game and showing the domestics how its done. I realize there are many details to this argument which vary from plant to plant per company. There are also disparities in multi-craft work between UAW and non-union, but I believe that people will bind together for a common cause if the terms are fair…and that has to come from both sides of the table.
This isn’t “Disneyworld” or “Fantasy Island”, this is the U.S.A. and we should be doing it better, we should be leading and setting the example, not getting our butts kicked at our own game.
“This is It” November 5, 2009
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My wife and I recently attended a showing of “Michael Jackson’s This is it”, which is a film put together from footage of his prep and rehearsals for the London shows that never came to pass. As basic a premise as this sounds, seeing the film was truly an insightful experience. Here was the “King of Pop” at his most human and open level, interacting with fellow stage performers, musicians and working staff as though each one was a dear member of his family.
Michael Jackson was always renowned as an intense stage performer, but he was never regarded as an actor. Given that assumption, I believe the cameras capture him at a candid level rarely seen before. His attention to detail about every aspect of this performance is one of genuine caring, and his expectation of work ethic and striving for perfection is done so by his own example.
Not only was he filled with emotion and anticipation about these shows, the interviews with his stage musicians and dancers conveyed a level being simply overjoyed to have the opportunity to work with him. These people shed tears of both awe and admiration over not simply being chosen for the job, but by being so gently directed by him and inspired to reach a level that they had never before achieved.
There was so much rumor and speculation surrounding his death, and if the idea of him performing again after so long was a good one. I think any one of us who is over the age of forty, much less fifty, can attest to a drop in endurance and ability that we once took for granted in our youth. While this film only constitutes two hours of over 150 hours of rehearsal footage shot, the glaring evidence is that the man still has the goods. From his signature dancing style to his wide vocal range, the sights and sounds that garnered him the title “King of Pop” was there for all to see. His stage crew and dancers when not in the current numbers were not off in other locations, they were his mesmerized and cheering audience.
The comparisons between Michael Jackson and Elvis have been made on more than one occasion. They both blossomed early,rocketed to super-stardom and were silenced at a young age. Many degrading things were said about Jackson and his behavior, especially regarding the time he spent with children. After seeing this film it becomes almost impossible to imagine this man ever bringing himself to do anything of harm to a child. There was more of a sense that this was a child in fifty year old body. His exuberance and energy abounded, and his level of acceptance mirrored the innocence a child would display. Always kind, caring and understanding of everyone around him, Michael exuded the kind of universal love that is far too rare in mankind as a whole these days.
Seeing this film not only brings back memories of his glory days (if you remember those) but is also a painful reminder that this stunning talent of a man and father is now gone forever.
The film closes with his performance of “Man in the Mirror”, which is a message that not only this country, but the entire world could use more of.
God Bless You MJ, you shall be sorely missed.
Hiking the Concrete Jungle October 17, 2009
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The Big Apple, the city that never sleeps, The City as it is referred to by the dwellers of the surrounding boroughs, all are synonyms for the concrete jungle know as Manhattan. The iconic skyline is probably the most well known city scape in the world and it is the very heart of New York City. More than that, it is a city like no other that I have visited in this entire country.
Sometimes it seems ironic that a car guy like myself could have such passion for place where I will not dare take my car. This is one location where I choose my best sneakers over my wheels every single time, and its a place I dearly love but it didn’t start that way.
My very first memory was a vivid and frightening experience provided by my father. One year when we were on vacation he decided to “treat us” by driving through Manhattan so we could see New York,New York up close.
As I sat in the middle of the front seat, barely able to see over the dash, I got plenty of views of buildings reaching for the sky. I also had never seen other cars quite so close to the family sedan before as the sounds of honking horns, sirens and my grandmother gasping and praying out loud in the back seat filled the air.
When you combine this experience from a young and impressionable mind with news reports over the years of shootings and riots, it becomes easier to see why you would never wish to return to such a place.
Many years later a strange sequence of events happened. I was recently divorced and testing the waters of the then new concept of online dating. I began exchanging emails with a lively woman from Staten Island who would later become my wife. During our exchange of information my son’s high school band class took a trip to New Jersey for a competition. This same trip included a sightseeing bus tour of Manhattan as a treat for the kids. This was one of those deals where you ride around in traffic as a tour guide points out landmarks and various other notable things as you stare out the windows. At one point you were let off the bus for one hour so you could shop for souvenirs and then you piled back on for the ride back to the hotel.
Unfortunately this is how most people get to see Manhattan, and while it offers a certain value it barely grazes the surface of this incredible metropolis. The first time my future wife carried me over to “The City” it was a dizzying adventure.
This began with a ferry boat ride across New York harbor, which cruises right by the Statue of Liberty. She had been by the national landmark so many times in her life that it might as well had been a light post. Once docked on the Manhattan side, an ocean wave of human bodies moves off the boat and into the streets beyond. Unlike any kind of event crowd, here the flow of moving humans is like a river moving into every available tributary. Some in small groups, others obviously alone, some hurrying about while others drift with the tide. Never before had I been in such a setting where so many people were not all heading for one particular place.
Moving down the stairs and into the concrete and steel world of the subway system is like some twisted version of “Fantastic Voyage”. The map on the walls at every subway station resembles something out of medical book depicting the circulatory system, and in effect that’s exactly what this maze of tunnels does. Like the rhythmic beating of the heart, the trains come and go virtually every five minutes. They draw in this human blood stream and move them swiftly through the city veins and deposit them along the way.
If you can ever make sense of the map and read the signs in the stations below, the subway is hands down the fastest way to move around Manhattan, which is the very reason so many people use it. Getting your bearings once you return to the street level is whole other ball of wax, but street signs are abundant as well as various landmark buildings to help your mental compass.
Now is when the adventure really begins. When you walk Manhattan it takes on a very different look and feel. Some places are crowded and hectic while others are leisurely and serene. One such haven is Central Park,this 843 acre gemstone encompasses several lakes and ponds,an ice skating rink,extensive walking,cycling and running tracks,an impressive zoo and an outdoor theater. There is no vehicle traffic inside the park and this alone makes a striking difference in its feel and sound. Once inside it is quite easy to forget that you are at the heart of the most populated urban environment in the country. Trees that shroud the surrounding buildings are almost akin to a castle wall while the island’s native granite rock still protrudes above ground in many locations. You can easily spend all day here and still not cover it all, and this doesn’t even include the activities or temporary exhibits that are often found during the various seasons.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art,or “The Met” as it is affectionately called, sits on the east side of Central Park. This quarter mile long,two million square foot landmark is one of the largest art galleries in the world. The Roman, Greek and Egyptian artifacts alone can hold your gaze for hours but even they are barely a highlight reel to the bevy of treasures held within these walls. Paintings,sculptures,carvings and even weapons and suits of armor grace the many rooms of this daunting facility. This is another of those locations where time melts away with startling speed and before you know it the attendants are telling you its closing time. Grab yourself a map at the front desk, believe me you will need it, if for no other reason than to find the restroom.
I could go on for pages about the individual wonders to be found in Manhattan, but there are so many museums and sights that it would fill a book. (I’m sure there are many). Each iconic building has a story and look all its own. The observation decks of the Empire State building and Rockefeller Center offer breath taking views from heights where eagles dare,and give you some idea of the true scale of the island itself. While these scenic floors offer their very own perspective, the lobbies and foyers of many of the buildings are works of art all to themselves. The lobby of the Chrysler Building has some of the most stunning inlaid woodwork I have ever seen as well as dazzling mural artwork adorning its walls and ceilings.
Hiking the broad and ever present sidewalks of The City are where its hidden treasures lie waiting to be discovered. Most any other city I have ever visited has a unique downtown or historic downtown district. These areas usually comprise a few streets or a couple of square miles at most. Manhattan is almost 23 square miles all to itself, and while much of that is residential, its inner communities all have their sights to see.
In no other city have I ever seen such a diverse collection of architecture and styles all in one place. The old and the new, the modern and traditional, the crumbling and the construction all live and breathe right alongside one another as normal and commonplace. As you trek through each of these areas it can be akin to crossing the borders of countries. From SoHo to Little Italy to Chinatown is just one small path of many that can be taken to soak in the coexisting cultures of this amazing and thriving urban wonder. The Garment District, The Diamond District,The Flower District, The Valley of Heroes, The USS Intrepid,The South Seaport, The Brooklyn Bridge, the various cathedrals and churches,Broadway and Times Square, the list goes on as around every corner is another wonder to behold.
The squares and parks that dot the grids of streets and skyscrapers are like an oasis, just when you think you’ve had enough concrete and steel, right around the next block are the trees and greenery and the serenity of a simple park bench. A recent addition to the various parks is a fascinating example of how Manhattan continually reinvents itself. There is an abandoned elevated railway the runs down the lower west side known as “The Highline”, where rail cars used to bring food goods directly to factories and warehouses in the meatpacking district.
The last rail car rolled off the Highline in 1980 and in 2005, CSX donated the structure to the City of New York for use as a public space. The first section of the unique renovation recently opened to public use just this year and it is an incredible transformation. In many places the rails have been preserved as part of the overall feel, but the plants and flowers that line the artistic concrete walkways add a warm and earthy charm. Above the horns and the traffic, The Highline offers abundant sitting areas with views of the city that might otherwise go unseen, like the huge wooden chaise lounge chairs that overlook Chelsea Park and the Hudson river. There is still another section under renovation to the north up to 30th street and I cant wait to see what it will offer when completed.
Back down on the street level is another unique Manhattan experience, and that is quelling your hunger. Beneath the towering skyscrapers, the ground floor of each building are the windows of retail business and restaurants. Here is a place where the big chain, cookie cutter eateries fight for their lives as the locally owned cafes and delis offer up such a diversity of cultural and ethnic menus that it would take an encyclopedia to reference them all. The majority of these places put the chef on display with your choices prepared right before your eyes, and the experience is one to be savored.
Fresh baked pastrami sliced by hand,pizza dough kneaded and tossed,steak and chicken grilled with peppers and onions,stir fried veggies,pasta hung and cheese grated are all on display while the various aromas vie for your attentions. While seating in many of these places is limited, they each possess their own personality and charm. Some are rich with history while others dazzle you with style or the simplistic display of their various wares. Indoors or on the sidewalk, mealtime in Manhattan need never be boring or mundane.
To that end, hiking the concrete jungle of Manhattan is an adventure that is also never boring or mundane. With so many places and things to see and experience, both seasonal and everyday, “The Big Apple” is the one vacation spot I have yet to tire of going to. Mostly because it is alive and constantly evolving, the things that stay are very good things and the ones that change are always interesting to see.
Raise your torch high Lady Liberty, for you herald a gateway to one of the most uniquely American cities in this great land. Let your light shine on her always for she is vibrant and beautiful just like you…and it is always thrilling to see you again, for you are truly the apple of my eye. I may rumble away into the night but I always feel you tugging on my heart to return, beckoning me to park my wheels and don my backpack once again. You welcome me with your ever present soft gaze, back to your city who like you,never sleeps.
‘Til I hike your streets once again, I love you, New York.
-Timmy