Newport has been in the grips of a stifling heat and humidity spell so credit this funny story to possible sunstroke…it’s so out of character for me…but I marshaled forward assuming that this short post would surely be welcome during these dog days of August.
Driving home the other evening, I just by chance I ended up behind a handsome 1953 Woody station wagon. I became more and more smitten as I followed it down Bellevue…and made the quick decision to keep following it right past my own house!
Then I realized that they were going to the newportFILM showing at Rosecliff (next door to us) and the parking lot was full. Aha — I hatched a plan. As they turned into a side street (and tried to park next to a fire hydrant) I pulled up alongside them and coyly offered to the three — “you can park at my house if I can take a picture of your car.” Short of getting the car’s autograph, I photographed her from every angle and enjoyed my trip down memory lane, having always been a fan of Woodys.
But this one really tops them all, looking elegant with its sleek super Buick V-8 lines…less like a station wagon and more like an elongated sedan; love the “portholes” on the front left side.
Don’t we wish that our current dashboards were as simple as this? I could actually operate that radio. The interior seats are half red leather and half channeled white leather.
And the real wood seems to have been applied to every appropriate nook and cranny.
The car has been in Bill Doyle’s family since he was in is early twenties. Detroit stopped making Woodys in 1953. What really inspired me is that it has not been over-restored; no high gloss factory paint job. It looks like the well-loved and well kept car that it is…and driven daily.
The guys? Well, they graciously pulled out their vintage martini shaker and glasses–perfect period-pairing–to help me with my documentation!
As a sports marketing group, all three had just returned from Rio, so we had lots to chat about. Of course there was a coincidence, as there always is…their offices in town are in an old fire house that a Los Angeles schoolmate and her husband had renovated (and sold to them) twenty-five years ago.
And then they were off to Rosecliff for the movie.