Old Lincoln Continental

Saw this soulful vehicle in San Rafael yesterday. Lew says it’s probably a painter’s vehicle.

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Lloyd Kahn started building his own home in the early '60s and went on to publish books showing homeowners how they could build their own homes with their own hands. He got his start in publishing by working as the shelter editor of the Whole Earth Catalog with Stewart Brand in the late '60s. He has since authored six highly-graphic books on homemade building, all of which are interrelated. The books, "The Shelter Library Of Building Books," include Shelter, Shelter II (1978), Home Work (2004), Builders of the Pacific Coast (2008), Tiny Homes (2012), and Tiny Homes on the Move (2014). Lloyd operates from Northern California studio built of recycled lumber, set in the midst of a vegetable garden, and hooked into the world via five Mac computers. You can check out videos (one with over 450,000 views) on Lloyd by doing a search on YouTube:

2 Responses to Old Lincoln Continental

  1. My pappy said "Son your gonna drive me to drinkin'
    If you don't stop driving that hot rod Lincoln"

    Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
    Where the Fords and the Lincolns were setting the pace?
    Well that story is true cause I'm here to say
    I was driving that model A.

    It's got Lincoln motor and its really souped up
    And that model A body makes it look like a pup
    It's got eight cylinders, uses them all
    It's got overdrive, just won't stall

    It's got a four barrel carb, and dual exhaust
    With four, eleven gears you can really get lost.
    It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
    Brakes are good, tires fair

    Pulling out of San Pedro late one night
    With the moon and the stars just shining bright
    We was headed up grapevine Hill
    Passing cars like they was standing still

    All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
    A Cadillac sedan passed us by
    I said "Boys this ones marked for me"
    But by then the tail lights was all you could see

    Now the fellas rid me for being behind
    So I thought I'd let that Lincoln unwind
    Took my foot of the gas and man alive
    I shoved it on down into over drive

    Wound it up to 110
    My speedometer said I hit top end
    My foot was glued like lead to the floor
    And that's all there is, and there ain't no more

    Now the boys all thought that I'd lost my sense
    Those telephone poles were like a picket fence
    They said "Slow down, I see spots!"
    The lines on the road just looked like dots

    Took a corner, side swiped a truck
    Crossed my fingers just for luck
    My fenders was clicking the guard rail post
    The guy beside me was white as a ghost

    We had smoke coming from out of the back
    When I started to gain on that Cadillac
    I knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
    But don't you know by then we'd be low on gas

    I had flames coming from out of the side
    Feel the tension, man what a ride
    I said "Look out boys, I've got a license to fly"
    And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

    All of the sudden she started knocking
    Down in the dips she started rocking
    I looked in the mirror. Red lights were blinking
    The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln – Damn

    The arrested me and they put me in jail
    Called my pappy to throw my bail
    And he said "Son, you're going to drive me to drinkin'
    If you don't stop driving that Hot Rod Lincoln"

  2. I wanted to see who wrote the song and ended up at: http://is.gd/bpLli, which had this info and what look to be the original lyrics:

    HOT ROD LINCOLN by Charlie Ryan & The Timberline Riders
    written by Charlie Ryan & W.S. Stevenson
    4 Star 1733, 1959
    Billboard review date: 26-Oct-59
    Chart position: #14 Country, #33 Pop

    HOT ROD LINCOLN, as written by Charlie Ryan & W.S. Stevenson:

    Well you've heard the story of the hot-rod race that fatal day,
    when the Ford and the Mercury went out to play.
    This is the inside story I'm here to say,
    I was the kid that was a-drivin' that Model-A.

    It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up,
    and that Model-A body makes it look like a pup.
    It's got twelve cylinders, and uses them all,
    with an overdrive that just won't stall.

    It's got a four-barrel carb and dual exhaust,
    4-11 gears, she can really get lost.
    Got safety tubes and I'm not scared,
    the brakes are good and the tires are fair.

    We left San Pedro late one night,
    the moon and the stars were shining bright,
    everything went fine up the Grapevine hill,
    we was passin' cars like they was standin' still.

    Then all of a sudden, like a flick of an eye,
    a Cadillac sedan had passed us by.
    The remark was made "there's the car for me,"
    but by then the taillights were all you could see.

    Well the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind,
    so I started to make that Lincoln unwind.
    I took my foot off the gas and man alive,
    I shoved it down into overdrive.

    Well I wound it up to a hundred and ten,
    twisted the speedometer cable off the end.
    I had my foot keyed clear to the floor,
    said "that's all there is, there ain't no more."

    I went around a corner and I passed a truck,
    I whispered a prayer, just for luck.
    The fenders was clickin' a guardrail post
    the guys beside me were white as a ghost.

    I guess they'd thought I'd lost my sense,
    the telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
    They said "slow down, I see spots,"
    the lines on the road just looked like dots.

    Smoke was rollin' outta the back,
    when I started to gain on that Cadillac.
    I knew I could catch him, and hoped I could pass,
    But when I did, I'd be short on gas.

    We went around a corner with the tires on the side,
    you could feel the tension, man what a ride!
    I said "hold on, I got a license to fly,"
    and the Cadillac pulled over and let me go by.

    Then all of a-sudden, the rods started knockin',
    when down in the dip, she started a-rockin'.
    I looked in my mirror 'n' red lights was blinkin'.
    The cops was after my hot rod Lincoln.

    Well, they arrested me, and put me in jail.
    I called my pop to go my bail.
    He said "son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
    if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln."

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