Okay. So last weekend Sharon and I watched this bad 1973 B-movie called "Steelyard Blues," with the likes of such revered thespians as Donald Sutherland, Jane Fonda, Peter Boyle, and Howard Hesseman.
This is the first movie Sharon and I have watched together for ages. I'm sorry but I just haven't been into films lately. Sharon humored me by watching it because (to my memory at least) it had a memorable scene in which I remembered them mucking about in an airplane junkyard (Wrong! it was a naval base, must have been some other bad movie) and I really wanted to see that particular scene again.
This one was also all noisy and beat up, except it had a nappy flat-black house paint job with white trim that looked like it was painted with a house-paint brush, butt ugly as ever with the round grille in the center. And no, Donald Sutherland wasn't driving it. The driver did look a bit like a pissed off Peter Boyle though. But if I had turned down the parkway, as I "always" do, I NEVER WOULD HAVE SEEN IT.
This is the first movie Sharon and I have watched together for ages. I'm sorry but I just haven't been into films lately. Sharon humored me by watching it because (to my memory at least) it had a memorable scene in which I remembered them mucking about in an airplane junkyard (Wrong! it was a naval base, must have been some other bad movie) and I really wanted to see that particular scene again.
Well, the film was BAD with a capital B, at least by today's standards, and worse than I remembered when I watched it with my dad many years ago on "Friday Night at the Movies" on WDIO Channel 10.
I regretted putting Shar through it, and appreciate her not leaving me.
I regretted putting Shar through it, and appreciate her not leaving me.
Interesting thing, the scene shown above is highlighted on the lobby card, but I don't remember it being in the film, and Jane Fonda is about to light an acetylene torch while pointing it at her hand with no gloves on...
Be that as it may, the premise of the film was that Donald Sutherland's character "Valdini" (lifelong loser, slacker, anti-authority figure, and career demolition-derby car driver)'s sole goal in life was to derby-crash into a 1950 Studebaker, as he "had crashed every American car EVER made EXCEPT a '50 Studie." So finally his buddies get him to the demo-derby as a spectator, (he's on parole with his licence revoked after doing jail time for stealing to pay for his demo-derby habit) and out on the derby track is, of course, his much anticipated '50 Studie, butt-ugly as ever with the funky cone-shaped grille and armor-plated '40's architecture.
His buddies egg him to crash into it using their ancient rebuilt ambulance, which of course he does, and all is wine and roses, we are the champions my friend.
So how's this for synchronicity... today I'm driving down to the East Lake Library to return said VHS copy of "Steelyard Blues" (Inter-library loan you know, these classics are hard to find), and I decide at the VERY LAST MINUTE to continue down 34th Avenue instead of turning right at the parkway light as I normally would, say 99.99 % of the time. The ONLY other time I go that far down 34th is on my bike, and I haven't biked in a LONG while.
After making the decision, what do I see coming down the road towards me not a block away...? That's right, a '50 Studebaker. I kid you not.
After making the decision, what do I see coming down the road towards me not a block away...? That's right, a '50 Studebaker.
59 years old. The one in the film was white-washed and had a pink circle around the distinctive grille, and was all noisy and beat up.
Outcomes are determined by our choices.
I questioned my normal routine, made a last minute choice to deviate from the norm, and ended up in an alternate universe...
Make a different choice today and see what happens. Could be fun...
Make a different choice today and see what happens. Could be fun...
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