Word: rambler
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...songs. Only more. There's something undeniable about the civil war, and the couple just stands there. When the song's over there's a lull before Elvis goes into "Blue Suede Shoes." The man's been dead for years, but the wife smiles. She starts talking about the Rambler he used to come pick her up with when she was his sweetheart. Before they got stuck here. Before the tobacco growing got so ridiculous that it took a quarter of a million in loans just to get a crop in. Before all those bad crops in the early seventies...
...wants Keith Richards living next door. The Rolling Stones exist on stage; it's the persona, not the person, that's germane to art, and "kiss-and-tell" histories like Up and Down are supremely irrelevant. As Jagger once told Chet Flippo, "It's the attitude." The endless "Midnight Rambler," rambling forever on Get Yer YaYas Out; those spectral opening chords in "Gimme Shelter," music of nothingness played on the frets of your intestines; the way a song like "Sweet Virginia" talks about the shit on your shoes, there is shit on your shoes, shit on everybody's shoes...
When temperatures drop to about 45° F, alcohol-powered cars are hard to start. But this problem is not insoluble. Scott Skylar, Washington, D.C., director of the National Center for Appropriate Technology, a federally funded energy research group, beat the 45° barrier in his alcohol-powered 1964 Rambler by running a tube from a discarded automobile's window washer to the mouth of the carburetor, and filling the washer tank with gas. To start on cold days, he squirts a booster shot of gas into the carburetor by pushing the windshield-washer button...
...first car. I had never hitchhiked before, but this was easy. The middle-aged occupant had once had a multimillion dollar turquoise business, but he'd lost it all through some bad breaks, including his back and left leg, and had traded in his 1976 Jag for a 1960 Rambler. He took me to a gas station in Gallup, where two Mexicans in a pickup truck let me ride in the back and either watch New Mexico fade away backwards, or, if I turned around, to watch the driver's t-shirt, which contained the local folk wisdom of "Four...
...mailorder firm's voting stock, but ultimately failed to gain control. So he went after a slightly smaller target: American Motors. Wolfson had bought $4 million of AMC stock before Chairman George Romney talked him out of a takeover and converted him " into a messianic promoter of the Rambler. Wolfson would talk up the little car to barbers, taxi drivers, anyone he encountered, even offering to finance their auto purchases interest-free from his own pocket. "People were mailing me checks for $50 a month," Wolfson once recalled. He eventually sold out his holdings in American Motors and made...