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simba-bonfamille-lyons · 4 years ago

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Onyango Simba Bonfamille-Lyons Aesthetic: Queer Anthems Aesthetic AKA -- Simba’s favorite Elton John Songs

So, I made Elton John Simba’s favorite artist because I thought it was FUNNY, since Elton did the music for the Lion King. But, Elton is also my favorite singer. I gave Simba the same backstory as me too: that our moms listened to Elton John nonstop throughout our childhood, so he is just engrained in us. I’ve seen him live twice (once on my 18th birthday, my best friend bought me tickets -- and once for his farewell tour with Lauryl.) Simba has also seen him live! If you want to read a fun thread, check out this one where Simba and Berlioz play his million dollar piano in Las Vegas.

Anyway, I know I titled this “Simba’s favorite Elton John Songs” but I am going to actually go through and name a few that either a) have significance in Simba’s life or b) are his favorite.

content warning: alcoholism and suicide discussed, no details.

Levon

And Jesus he wants to go to Venus Leave, Levon far behind Take a balloon and go sailing While Levon, Levon slowly dies

He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times said God is dead And the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today

And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man And he shall be Levon In tradition with the family plan, woo

Disclaimer: Levon is my favourite Elton John song. It’s also super underrated. Give it a listen. It talks about a son who is supposed to take over the family business but he doesn’t want to and has different plans than his father. This song gives me big Simba feels, so it goes right at the top.

Crocodile Rock

I remember when rock was young Me and Suzie had so much fun Holding hands and skimming stones Had an old gold Chevy, a place of my own

But the biggest kick I ever got Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock While the other kids were rocking round the clock We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock

Nala is Simba’s Suzie. <3 Except, platonically. I actually think you can take this song platonically when you think about it as just a song that is nostalgic for childhood or college, y’know? That’s how Simba takes it. He hears this song and he remembers dancing in his living room with his whole family to this song and driving home from university for summers with Nala in his passenger seat.

Rocketman

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids In fact it's cold as hell And there's no one there to raise them If you did

And all this science I don't understand It's just my job five days a week A rocket man A rocket man

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone

This song actually has a canon reason for being on this list. It is the song that Simba was listening to (loudly, and drunkenly singing along) when Ber first saw him with his walls all the way down and kind of for the lonely, broken mess that Simba was when they first met. YES, I chose it ironically. Or for the ~symbolism I guess. This song has always been really sad to me? I don’t know. It felt appropriate for that scene.

Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me

I can't light no more of your darkness All my pictures seem to fade to black and white I'm growing tired and time stands still before me Frozen here on the ladder of my life Too late to save myself from falling I took a chance and changed your way of life But you misread my meaning when I met you Closed the door and left me blinded by the light Don't let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

This song is Simba’s second favorite song. He really loves this song, he always had, since he was little. It always spoke to something in him. It’s a very sad song, but it’s also hopeful too. It’s basically saying “I know that I’m sad or depressed right now, but I am trying my best and I want to do better.” At least, that’s how I’ve always seen it. (So that’s how Simba sees it too.)

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

When are you gonna come down When are you going to land I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough

This song is on here for two reasons: 1) because when Simba quit Pixie’s, which was both very bitter and sweet -- exactly what he needed to do, but Pixie’s had always been a safe place for him -- I named the thread “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.” 2) This song is another one that really inspires Simba. It’s talking about leaving societal expectations and doing what makes you happy, even if it is simple. Which is exactly what Simba did.

Someone Saved My Life Tonight

And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear You nearly had me roped and tied Altar-bound, hypnotized Sweet freedom whispered in my ear You're a butterfly And butterflies are free to fly Fly away, high away, bye bye I never realized the passing hours of evening showers A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams I'm strangled by your haunted social scene Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen It's four o'clock in the morning Damn it listen to me good I'm sleeping with myself tonight Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive

This song is about getting out of a toxic relationship--which you could also see as getting out of an addiction. Which I think is very powerful when you consider Elton John’s own past with alcohol and drug abuse. (Another reason that I really love him as Simba’s favorite, because I think Simba is going to take a lot of strength from Elton’ sobriety.) Also, Simba and Berlioz have saved each other, over and over again. <3

Also, if you don’t think Simba calls Ber, Sugar Ber, you are absolutely wrong.

Tiny Dancer

But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today

This song is here just bc this music video makes me cry for some reason, idk, it just makes me emotional. When we did our Valentine’s Day event where everyone was spelled to sing, Simba sang a lot of Tiny Dancer. It’s just such a classic Elton song, I had to have it on here. One of his best love songs too, even if the lyrics make like 50% sense lmao.

Bennie and the Jets

Hey, kids, plug into the faithless Maybe they're blinded But Bennie makes them ageless We shall survive, let us take ourselves along Where we fight our parents out in the streets To find who's right and who's wrong Oh, Candy and Ronnie. Have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they're so spaced out Bennie and the Jets Oh, but they're weird and they're wonderful Oh, Bennie. She's really keen She's got electric boots, a mohair suit You know I read it in a magazine Bennie and the Jets

This one is on here specifically because it is Berlioz’s favourite to play on the piano and so Simba always associates with him. <3

Your Song

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money, but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song, and this one's for you And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Don’t even @ me this is the best love song ever written. Also, the fact he says “but boy if I did” and that’s the only gender in this whole song means it is queer, fight me. Simba learned this song on the piano in order to play for Ber when he proposed and I literally cannot hear this song without thinking about simber and WEEPING.

I’m Still Standing

You could never know what it's like Your blood like winter freezes just like ice And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use And did you think this fool could never win Well, look at me, I'm a-coming back again I got a taste of love in a simple way And if you need to know while I'm still standing you just fade away Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid And I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

This song is about being queer. I know it. I know it in my soul. I know it in my bones. I love this song and so does Simba. It’s his favourite song. He sings it in the shower. He just loves it and I love it and Elton John makes me cry.

Honorable Mentions: Daniel (a simala song af), Island Girl (his dad’s fave), Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (his mum’s fave), Step Into Christmas (bc I didn’t know ELTON HAD A CHRISTMAS SONG until like 5 years ago.)

#swyntask #aesthetic #aesthetics #i love this sm i will not take criticism #me writing this realizing how many threads #i have named #after elton john songs lmfaoo

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gxldhouse · 6 years ago

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𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WHEN ⌳ Saturday, October 20th, 2018 WHERE ⌳ Peggy Sue's, Yermo, California TAGS ⌳ Aiden Morrison and Juliet Richards SUMMARY ⌳ Summary and gif is under construction

❝ cause it was after that his body had started to grow with unexplanatory feelings. some kind of realness that made it clear their time together had only just begun ❞

J: they had been on the road for three hours but it seemed longer. while she normally loved his old music, that amount of time could tire out anyone and of course she had to abide by his rules: no touching the radio, no makeup on his seats and try not to get them both into an accident. after all, his car was his first baby, something she had to constantly compete with. but tonight it didn’t matter, they were at a diner, their hotel was just a few minutes up the road, they can finally enjoy their weekend. and for the first time in two years it was their first vacation, something that made her radiate with excitement. as they parked and walked into retro diner, she took a moment to admire the vintage aesthetic. the colors, the jukebox, everything was how it wouldn’t be in san diego, that's why she loved it. sliding into a booth, she waited for aiden to join her. “so it’s been three hours and i haven’t misbehaved so does that mean you’re gonna buy me a beer ‘cause i’ve been so good?” A: of all people, juliet had to be his all-time favorite to bring on trips like this. sure, others were fun too, but no one kept up with his baby trapped inside his other baby. not to mention the fact they were alone, away from friends and family, only to be surrounded by strangers who didn’t know their story. yeah, it was all a breath of fresh air. the thought of it made him smile, cause they sure needed it after the last couple of years. stuck in los angeles like a couple of grounded teenagers. no, they deserved this freedom. and as he followed after the beautiful brunette, he checked on his chevy one last time before entering the diner. curious like always, he had to check out the jukebox to make sure ‘i fall to pieces’ by patsy cline was playing by the time he joined his girlfriend at the booth. “you say that like i have a choice,” he frowned while grabbing the menu in front of him, a smile tugging at his lips. “what d’ya wanna eat?” J: it was always good to get away, especially from the worries about finding a job and making every end meet with another. getting away from her family and the few friends she had. granted, aiden had more to get away from considering he had an actual job and a brother living in the same city. shaking her head, juliet looked up at aiden, a smile radiating on her lips. leaving her phone in the car, she went for his hand as they trotted in. as the sweet tune filled her ears, the girl couldn’t stop smiling, not missing her bitch tendencies as they sat down. “good choice,” she looked over to the jukebox. as she slumped back in the booth, she extended her legs to place her feet in his lap from under the table. “don’t know. the strawberry waffles look good. i’m not a big fan of the whole soup and salad diner ordeal. what are you getting? let me guess, bacon burger?” A: “really now?” he doubted, not even sure if she was joking or not. she had listened to his music and his music only for hours and she still hadn’t cut his head off; a real keeper that girlfriend of his. slightly palming her ankle, eyes wandered across her features while trying to catch every word she said. “so you’re not having a salad?” he smirked along with a frown. “of course, bacon burger… and maybe just a tiny bite of your waffle.” J: “well,” she started, looking up at him, “it’s not the worst thing you could’ve picked. at least it’s not zeppelin for the fourth hour in a row,” she teased gently, careful not to poke too much fun at his favorite music. she knew better than that. she smiled and let out a laugh as he pressed his hand against her ankle. “i’m not getting a salad, i’m on vacation, i can eat what i want,” she mused happily, biting her lower lip. “a bite means half for you, would you want me to eat half your burger?” A: aiden couldn’t help but let out a huff. “baby, you don’t wanna go there,” he hummed, at the same time squeezing her leg, like some kind of gentle warning. her laugh was all he needed right now, a side she wouldn’t normally show everyone else. when they stumbled upon people they ‘knew’ she was anything but nice - mostly just… throwing sarcasm and fake smiles in their faces. “you’re your own boss, alright,” he said, raising a brow at her comment. “you already know the answer to that. we’ve been driving for what; three hours? and you want a tiny waffle?” he smiled, adding confusion to his features. J: juliet couldn’t help but stifle her laugh, his hand on her leg making her take his warning. no one spoke ill of his car or his music, not even. then again, no one said anything revolutionary awful about her, unless it was to her face but they could both hold their own in their own way. “can i be your boss too? i’ll give you a really good bonus,” she nodded with a cheesy wink, leaning her head back against the booth. “exactly. but yeah it’s a big waffle! look,” she slid the menu over to show him the picture of the food. “it goes with strawberries and a side of toast and if you’re nice to me i can save the whip cream and eat it off you later.” A: he knew he could be a dick when it concerned his baby #1, but juliet could take it. she knew the importance of the chevy and his music (and alcoholic beverages). however, he didn’t want her to get bored, so maybe let her play a couple of songs from now on. whatever. “i’m a terrible employee, wouldn’t recommend…” pursing his lips, he leaned over. “ah, i forgot… we’re still in america,” he mumbled when roaming the menu. the size of all these dishes was insane, but then, he could manage. he could always manage. resting back in his seat, aiden’s face turned awfully inquisitive as the topic went over to what was gonna happen later. “and with ‘nice’ you mean?” J: she never took anything too seriously when it came to his car or his music, he was just being a guy and while juliet rolled her eyes to it, she respected him for caring so deeply. “i could let you be the boss but you were the boss last time,” she said with a pout, sticking out her bottom lip. “never thought you would complain about portion control,” she joked, pressing against his leg with hers. “by nice i mean not eating my waffle,” juliet smiled as the waitress came over, wearing a ridiculous get-up that only servers in diners would wear. they put in their orders and juliet leaned on the table and put out her hand. “would you call me gold digger if i asked for a quarter?” A: “yeah, so?” he smirked, her pout and doe eyes not stopping him from letting her win. “i’m not, i just think i should help you-you know… eat it.” shrugging, his lips turned into a grin for a mere second. “well, that’s no fun.” he was almost complaining, aware of how hungry he was - something about diners… always got him ravenous. he glimpsed the server and let juliet order first before (quite eagerly) adding on his bacon burger to the mix. by the time they had left, a snicker fell out his mouth. “i’d call you desperate,” he said while placing the coin in her hand. J: jules scrunched up her nose and rested her chin in her palms, being oddly playful for how grumpy she tended to be after long car rides. for someone so small, she hated to be in small spaces, enjoying the luxury of things aiden-sized. “maybe. if i’m not done with all of it at the end, then you get free reign but no stealing my whip cream. you got that, morrison?” she couldn’t help but laugh, the whole setting making her feel at ease with everything since they got there. taking the quarter, she got up from the booth but not before kissing him on the corner of his lips and then walking towards the juke box. putting in the change and flipping to the disk that played everywhere by fleetwood mac. a smile pushed its way onto her plump lips, moving her hips slightly at the machine before she trotted back to aiden but not until she got a few twirls and spins so her dress rode up a bit. taking a seat, she pushed the hair out of her face and reaching for his hand. “like my choice?” A: she was lightening up the entire diner, and aiden couldn’t help but love it. a smile tugged on his lips when being called ‘morrison’, doing nothing but nod his head, knowing better than mess around with her whipped cream. “yes, miss richards,” he mumbled and pursed his mouth. eyes were glimpsing her the moment she got up, as always charmed by her spontaneous pecks, didn’t matter where she put them. nevertheless, he never said ‘no’ to admire her from afar - her frisky figure swooning everyone at the diner with her smiles and her joie de vivre. it wasn’t something she often put on her canvas, more so with her rude sarcasm and roll of eyes. aiden found every side of her perfect. why? hell, he didn’t wanna go that deep into his cheesy and overly-romantic point of views. a light hum left his lips when she made quite a show on her way back, already identifying fleetwood mac playing from the old speakers. “you know well you’re my bess,” he praised, for sure loving that song. thank god they had some bands/artists in common. J: this is exactly what she needed, to get away with him –– with her man. away from all the crime, the relatives, the shitty friends that didn’t really care but the one thing she did miss were the dogs, not feeling like a road trip without the whole family. shrugging her shoulder, the girl scrunched her nose as she sat back down again, ignoring all the other views from the diner, only focusing on the man in front of her. with a content sigh, she put her feet back up on his lap, leaning back against the plastic cushions. “i’m the all-knowing music wizard. my taste trumps yours,” she teased, giving a silly wink. she couldn’t place why she was in such a good mood but everything was perfect. “of course i’m joking, how could anyone know more about old rock classics than you?” A: crossing his arms, he rested them on the edge of the table. still admiring her as if they were back in the bar where they first met. the whole thing was just… surreal. never would he guess he’d be this happy back then, more like passed out in his own vomit. “you’re full of shit, you know that?” he hummed, shaking his head cause of her silliness. to most people, it was a rare moment - heck, people around them should applaud her. “you better be,” he raised an eyebrow while fingers were entwining with hers, making sure to kiss the top of her hand. “rock music and cars, that’s kinda all the knowledge i have to offer.” with the beer coming their way, he glimpsed the waitress, giving her a polite nod. “why thank you ma’am.” J: pulling up her jacket, one that she stole from him, she slipped it on and flicked her hair out of the collar before reaching for his hand. it was just something that made her think about all the people who thought he was gonna leave her after the first couple of weeks but now she was the one living with him and the thought of leaving rattles her nightmares. “You like it, shut up,” the girl teased, the smile on her face not shifting. “come on, of course, it’s the golden rule of aiden morrison is to never insult his car, his music and you should probably add something about me in there… just saying,” she shrugged, smiling at the waitress before snaking the beer out of his grasp suddenly and taking a sip. her blue eyes playful as ever. “oh im sorry, did you want this?” A: “getting real comfortable over there, aren’t ya?” aiden teased once she put on his jacket (though he doubted she was planning on returning it). she looked damn good in it tho that was for sure. like a billion dollar baby. “i’m more of a hater,” he muttered, shrugging his shoulders while palming his ice cold beer. oh, how he’d waited for this. “i got zero knowledge when it comes to you, i just know 99 % of your music sucks.” the waitress didn’t even know what to say to these two, leaving her to take steps away from the table as soon as everything was put on the table. aiden, as always protective of his alcoholic beverages, gave the brunette a dreadful stare once she managed to swipe it right outta his hand. “now you’re just playing with fire, my friend.” a warning tone was given by the time he leaned a bit forward. “one beer will do just fine for you, trust me,” he snickered softly midst gesticulating with his index finger for her to give it back. J: “practically at home, might as well move in, i just hope blondie and giant like it,” her voice rang, rolling up the cuffs to make it match her shorter arms. “i bet i could change that,” she nodded, tilting her head. “oh that’s not true. i’d say your a master of my moods and plus if you’re being a dick, you can just call me my favorite name and all is forgiven,” plus he knew everything about her home life but she wasn’t about to ruin the mood with the mention of marine. “hey,” she warned, kicking him lightly before she pulled her waffle over, inhaling the delicious scent. “my friend? ouch, i’ve been demoted,” the girl fake winced before removing a dollop of whip cream with her finger and sucking it off. “oh come on, it was one sip!” juliet put the beer in the middle of them, not letting go. “gotta give me something to give it back.” A: “giant will like it, blondie’s gonna stay home with me,” he raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips while looking at her cheekily. “i bet you could.” she could change his mind into whatever she yearned for, forever under her spell. nonetheless, it was nice hearing he was good reading her, cause he kinda was. they both were, though it turned out to be rather impractical at times. considering necessary fights… or secrets. “hey-hey, no kickin’, we’re in public, remember?” he frowned, gazing at her calmly - not even close to compatible to stay fake-mad at her. “demoted? whoever said we were together in the first place?” the sight of her waffle made him regret his choice… or what was he saying, it was a freaking burger for god’s place. nothing could ever replace that. “exactly… now i gotta take three sips from yours.” he sighed and watched her keep a hand on his glass. “okay… so, you can pick a song in the car…” J: “we’ll have our bags packed and ready to be picked up by the end of next week, so sad that you can’t join us,” she mused, probably missing the dogs more than she should right now. a small chuckle left her lips, knowing no way in hell would he ever let her move out. “oh im sorry –– what did you say?” she kicked him gently once more, pressing her lips into a flat line trying to stop a laugh from coming out. a fake gasp came from her lips soon followed by a neutral face and tone. “right! that means i can go home with that guy at the counter.. I bet he has a nice car, huh?” she swatted his arm quickly before narrowing her eyes jokingly. pondering it for a second, she shook her head before sliding over his beer. “two songs.” A: aiden hummed whilst shaking his head slowly. “fine… yall have a blessed day,” he murmured carelessly, playing along as much as he could. they rarely joked like this, and it felt different… different in a good way. too used with their neverending sarcasm, supposedly. “you want me to kick you?” he warned her, biting his lower lip. the look in her eyes when hearing his next comment had him smirking - the fact she allowed him to say things like that was awesome. everything about her was… just thinking about it felt kinda weird; not something he would do. “prolly’s got a broken down car and lives in his parents’ basement, but whatever…” he scoffed while glancing the dude for a quick second as he spoke. it wasn’t until her hand tapped his he looked back, relieved to see he got his beer to himself. “sure, baby.” with that, he pulled his plate closer and tried his best not to drool… because bacon. J: shaking her head, she couldn’t help but laugh and look over at him picking up a couple of strawberries off her waffle and plopping them in her mouth. sometimes she wished that she could have a healthy mix of being bubbly like this and her normal sarcastic self but perhaps thats not the one everyone wanted to see. “mhm,” she nodded, a cheeky grin poking through her pressed lips. “or a really nice car with a kick-ass taste in music, a great dane. who knows, maybe it’s a step she teased, taking a rather large bite of her waffle, whip cream getting on the corner of her lips. A: there and then, it felt like they were the only ones at the diner, circled inside a barrier no one else could see. having people around, well, they prefer each other’s company. he was used to it when out drinking, obviously. maybe he should take her out more - not the type to pull up with a surprise dinner at an expensive restaurant. no, hell no. but maybe. “dream on, will ya?” he arched his eyebrows… waving it off as he took a swig or two of his beer. enough fake-boyfriend talk for today. she knew damn well he was a jealous type, something he wasn’t proud of it. a better thing to do was treasuring her waffle-eating-skills. for several seconds, he sat there quietly, even forgetting to eat his own burger. she was simply golden, the kinda girl he yearned to keep for as long as possible. and because of that, he felt a certain calmness in what happened next. “i love you, baby.” his words flew right off his tongue, still eyeing her and her full mouth. there and then, it felt like his heart was the only sound at the diner, beating so fast it ached. J: if getting away from home felt this good all the time, she would definitely try and steal him away more often. her body sunk back into the pleather seats, looking fondly up to him. “yes sir,” she joked, taking another bite, it wasn’t her fault she was scarfing it down, she hadn’t eaten all day. but her body froze when he said those three words that teased her for so long. she knew he loved her and she loved him but saying it for them, especially for him was going to always be a challenge. wiping the corner of her lips. “what?” her smile was still there, her eyes widening. “you love me?” it was like a gasp of finally being able to breathe. she quickly pushed her plate away from her as she pulled herself on his lap. “say it again.” A: aiden grabbed his fork, mainly to have something to hold on to while waiting for her to say something, anything. her smile for sure made him lower his shoulders and relax. instead, he let out a huff through his curved lips. “y-yeah, you didn’t know?” he frowned at her, snickering lightly. teasing her. his heart was still working twice as fast, glimpsing her body when she moved to take a seat on his lap. by palming her hip, he kept his lips only inches from hers. suddenly a bit more confident. “i love you,” he repeated, changing looks between her eyes and lips. “are you gonna say it back, or?” no, she didn’t have to, more like he wasn’t gonna say it again. those words were too damn heavy. J: he was the only thing she saw, no one else in that small town diner could ever make a difference and sure, she probably got stares from sitting on his lap. did she care? no. did she ever? not at all. “well i knew but i didn’t… i know it’s a hard thing to say,” she mused, her hand going on the back of his neck. as he said it again, she would fall over if she was standing. “god i love you,” she told him, eliminating that ‘too’ that usually follows. she didn’t want it to sound like she was just agreeing with him no –– he was the first person she was ever in love with. A: she was right. it was a hard thing to say, but with her, everything felt different. he didn’t wanna be with anybody else, just her, and their dogs. “you ain’t wrong,” he concurred, hoping she knew as much as him how little of a romantic he was. he just wasn’t into that; never had been. being with juliet, things seemed real and safe, which was enough to stop himself from fucking everything up. “feels damn right tho, if i do say so myself.” kinda powerful, if not rare. at least he wasn’t gonna wear it out, cause even juliet knew he wasn’t gonna spill those three words like they meant nothing. “you wanna say that again?” he taunted, smirking at her as he pulled her closer by the neck to let his lips hover hers. J: she couldn’t believe it honestly but she should’ve also known better. of course he loved her but she of all people knew the difficulties that came along with saying it all. her fingers traced along the side of his jaw, blurring out all the forks that clattered with their plates and ignoring all the glances. maybe she was too in love with the feeling too –– in love with being in love. who would’ve thought that she would be so happy with hearing three words. as he pulled her close, Juliet smiled. “i… love.. you,” with every word she got closer until she pressed her lips to his. A: not even bacon or food itself would ever beat having some alone time with his girlfriend; alone for now at least. he couldn’t care less if people looked, cause the diner had probably seen worse than this before. a couple in love should be a normal thing, although it wasn’t that normal in aiden and juliet’s everyday life. more like a chick-flick kinda thing he never seemed to get comfortable with. now, on the other hand, it felt right, for one time’s sake. finally. “oh,” he mused contentedly as she started repeating herself, his lips melting with hers once they met, with fleetwood mac in the background - like how the hell could this day get any better? J: she was never worried about people thinking about them or about how it took them two years to say i love you but she just wasn’t. they both had their shit that they needed to deal with but if it took him another year, then yeah, it would’ve been a problem. they didn’t even get sappy that often, no that wasn’t them but once in a while –– who would argue with that? as her body was about deepen the kiss, she remembered her surroundings. pulling her lips from his, she kept her distance fairly close. “i feel like you should probably shove me off your lap now.” A: gazing her lips so close to his, he felt tempted to indulge. however, when she reminded him about their public presence, it was clear they had to take it down a notch. “shove you?” he frowned, forming a pondering smile on his lips. “that’s not very nice.” anywho, that’s what he did, and so, he let eyes meet food, which was the only thing necessary for him to remember his hunger once again. “now behave,” he glanced her while picking up his cutlery. J: she could’ve pulled him out, taken the burger to go and ripped his clothes off in the car but no –– that could wait. “since were either of us considered nice,” the brunette teased, looking up to him as he placed her off his lap, right next to him. “boo,” she stuck out her bottom lip. “you’re no fun,” the girl pouted before eating the berries off the top of her waffle. “we’re gonna finish that later.” A: “touché,” he mumbled while cutting out a piece to eat, still keeping an eye on her where she sat. “oh, so you’re blaming me now?” rolling his eyes, he shook his head before taking a bite of his delicious burger. almost too busy enjoying it as she slipped out another remark. “you know, i’m tryna eat here, but you’re making it kinda hard,” he half-complained, half-joked after swallowing his food. J: juliet sat in her seat with a smug look on her face, taking another bite of the dense pastry as she did her best not to notice the sweet love he was making to the burger. “mhm, that’s exactly what i’m doing,” she told him, sucking the whip cream off of one of her fingers. trying not to make a sound, juliet felt tempted to kick him. “the only girl you’re supposed to eat is me.” A: aiden chose to ignore her response, granted he rolled his eyes just to make a discreet statement. such a typical girl thing to do; blame him for something when she was the one suggesting. he was halfway through his burger when he placed it down on his plate, instead, raising his glass to chug some of that cold beer. it was the best mix he could ask for after three hours on the road. “well, you don’t always have the time for that.” J: ules was mainly done with her waffle, practically only looking at it instead of everyone else. the small girl usually liked to eat healthy but when she pigged out, she did it fast. she couldn’t help but give a little smile as he downed some of his beer, all before giving him a look. “but we will soon, won’t we?” A: “i don’t know,” he raised his shoulders slightly. “will we?” he did love to provoke her, that was never gonna change. and he was sure they both knew the answer to that question. no food or drinks would ever beat his girlfriend. at least this quickly made diner meal. digging after his wallet, he brought up some dollar bills and placed them on the table. “you done?” J: her blue eyes widened as she nudged his side, her smile only growing, the teasing –– she had to love it. “shut up,” a laugh fell from her pink lips, watching fondly as he paid for their meal. “mhm,” she nodded, removing herself from the booth, extending her hand as the needy phase started to kick in. A: their lack of patience must have arisen from the i love you’s, cause it was after that his body had started to grow with unexplanatory feelings. some kind of realness that made it clear their time together had only just begun. the excitement in her eyes didn’t help him control himself, and as he grabbed her hand, he felt like some lucky-ass virgo teenager when heading out the glass door. J: it still felt like a dream but she wasn’t gonna voice that. fuck – aiden just said i love you and she was worried about scaring him off with some cheesy after thought. fat chance but she still kept her lips sealed. when the left the diner, the cool air hit her instantly, she couldn’t help but rejoice that they weren’t in the most public of places anymore. as they walked up next to his car, she spun herself around and pressed her body flush against his. wrapping her hand around the back of his neck to pull him down to her so she could press her lips to his. she waited too long to not be forward about wanting him. A: when she turned to face him, his hands weren’t slow to grab onto her waist. finally able to kiss her back the way he wanted to, all while pushing her back against the car. still in public? hell if he knew; too busy taking his time exploring her neck with his lips. J: juliet couldn’t help but smile against his lips, hoping everyone in the diner had a pretty view. biting her lip as his warm lips spread to her neck. fuck, this is what she needed. the cool frame of the car pressed against her made her arch her back against his chest. she wanted to rip his clothes off but maybe they should postpone this all again, the thought made her cringe but all she could say is “aiden.” A: aiden closed his eyes as he kept roaming her neck and collarbone with sloppy kisses. even though he tried not to gear himself up, he really couldn’t wait to get in the car, or maybe the hotel. that sounded way better; if it didn’t end up looking like some dirty brothel. his hands were halfway down her hips when suddenly hearing his name. normally, he’d take it as a confirmation to continue, but now, well. he knew they were showing too much for those inside the diner, wishing they would all just fuck off. “i know,” he let out in a huff as he took one step back, reaching his hand to grab her jaw gently. “you’re killing me.” with that being said, he glimpsed the diner one last time, noticing people turning their backs the second he did. “idiots,” he mumbled whilst walking around the car to open the door to the driver’s seat and started the engine. J: the way his lips felt against her neck had her skin heat up, almost made her want to hook a leg around his waist and have him rip off her skirt there and then. only he could make her feel that way that quickly, it was those god damn lips of his. as he took a step back, she applauded him for it, he had more strength than she did and it was probably space to keep her from him than the other way around. but her body heated up once again as his hand came to her jaw and a devilish smile played on her lips, “good.” but with that she was left with him walking around as he sent out a hum, leaving her on a cloud 9 as she slipped into the car being as giddy as ever.

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Huge Muscle Car Turnout for 2017 San Marino Motor Classic

00The seventh annual San Marino Motor Classic (SMMC), building upon the success of last year’s event, assembled another outstanding field. The concours included a diverse mix of more than 350 vehicles, with brass-era cars, American Classics, sports cars, hot rods, muscle cars, and more spread out over the spacious grounds of San Marino’s Lacy Park (near Pasadena). More than 10,000 spectators enjoyed the day’s nearly perfect weather.

This year’s Muscle Car and Pony Car classes were especially strong. Class cochairmen Joe Salvo and Paul Ginsburg invited more than 30 exceptional cars over the four classes: Class N1 GM Muscle Car Hardtops and Sedans; Class N2 non-GM Muscle Cars (Ford and Chrysler) Hardtops and Sedans; Class N3 Muscle Cars Convertibles, all manufacturers; and Class V, all Pony Cars, AMC, Chrysler, Ford, and GM.

Salvo explains the recruitment process: “Once the actual classes are determined in September of the previous year we begin to recruit. The recruiting process is ongoing, and essentially we recruit all year long for the event. We attend dozens of car events all around Southern California as well as outside the area. [In fact, two entrants for 2017 came from people Salvo recruited from MCACN in Chicago!—ed.] For each entry we ask the entrant to include a photo as well as a detailed description of their automobile with their entry.

“For cars that will be judged, we try and hold a strict line of integrity for the American Muscle and Pony Car Classes in that we are looking for original cars, not modified cars. Every now and then a car will slip by the process, but for the most part only original and original-equipped cars are what the SMMC is looking for. We have a little more wiggle room if the car is not going to be judged, however. The SMMC does try and take as many cars as we can, since we are raising money for charity at the end of the day.”

This year the show raised more than $300,000 for the Pasadena Humane Society & SPCA, the Rotary Club of San Marino, and the USC Trojan Marching Band. To date, the event has raised $1.6 million for charity. Here’s a look at some of the outstanding muscle and pony cars that came out for the SMMC.

Photo courtesy Kahn Media

1964 Ford Fairlane 427 Thunderbolt John & Martha Karelius Not only did this 1964 Ford Fairlane Thunderbolt earn First place in class N2, but it was also awarded the Muscle Car Review trophy as the San Marino Motor Classic’s top muscle car. Given the outstanding quality of the field, this honor was well deserved.

“My early Thunderbolt is one the documented 100 produced and is one of the few remaining examples of Ford’s all-out assault on drag racing in the 1960s,” John Karelius explains. “It was delivered to Max Larson Ford in Goldwater, Michigan, on December 26, 1963. It was then resold on April 21, 1964, to Jack Reformed Ford in Springfield, Ohio, where it was campaigned throughout the Ohio Valley.”

Karelius tells us that Ford delivered these “‘Thunderbolt’ Fairlane 500s to Dearborn Steel Tubing as K-code, High Performance 289, four-speed cars. They arrived less the engine and transmission. By ordering the K-code engine, the car was shipped with larger brakes and the legendary Ford 9-inch differential.”

At Dearborn Steel Tubing, the chassis was reinforced and modified to accommodate a 427 High Riser FE engine with two four-barrel carburetors. The original steel hood and front quarter-panels were replaced with fiberglass panels. A special teardrop hood was installed to accommodate the massive FE power plant.

“The early Thunderbolts were delivered with a fiberglass front bumper, which was later replaced with an aluminum one,” Karelius says. “The interior was modified with the following changes: radio, heater, defroster, side mirror, and door panel armrests were deleted. Rubber floor mats, a single driver’s sun visor, single driver’s windshield wiper, single driver’s seatbelt, and lightweight Bostrom Thinline racing seats were added. The Thunderbolts were also delivered with drag racing slicks as standard equipment.”

1965 Chevrolet Chevelle Z-16 Frank & Laura Rodrigues This gorgeous Z-16 Chevelle was voted First place in Class N1. “It was funny when someone came up and questioned me about the trim on the rear,” says Frank Rodrigues. “I explained that this is a very rare Chevelle Z-16, the first Chevy to get the then-new 396 big-block. It’s very limited production. Just 201 were built in 1965, and it’s just one of 76 that we know left in existence.”

He bought the car from a town outside of Chicago from Jerry Huffman, “who has his own Z-16 that he had in high school. This restoration took four years, done by Chris Daniels, who is one of the noted experts on the Z-16 Chevelles. He still has two Z-16s of his own that he bought back in the 1970s and has restored several. I assisted with the restoration, and I can say that it was truly a labor of love.”

Rodrigues says, “What’s noteworthy is that at one time this car was owned by the automotive writer, Terry Boyce. I have some photos and documents of the car that goes back to the time he owned the car.”

1968 Shelby G.T. 500KR Robert Cassling Robert Cassling’s “King of the Road” Shelby was voted top in the N3 class. He tells us, “I purchased my KR convertible approximately three years ago following a five-year search for a black KR convertible with a four-speed transmission. Little did I know this was quite a rare combination, as there were only 18 made in this configuration. Having a black top made it even rarer, with a total production of only five triple-black KR convertibles.”

He first spotted the car on television, at a Mecum auction. “After years of fruitless searching, I gave Mecum a call, and they gave me information on the owner. It turned out that he lived only 5 miles from me! So the transaction was easy. The car was rotisserie restored by a well-known Shelby restorer and won gold awards at SAAC and Team Shelby in 2016. I think my car’s greatest attribute is its rarity.”

1965 Shelby G.T. 350 Bruce Meyer The winner in Class V for Pony Cars was noted car collector Bruce Meyer for his first-year G.T. 350. “It’s truly one of my favorites, which I’ve owned for 30 years,” he says. “It was restored almost 30 years ago by Cliff Lipke in Colorado and driven ever since. It has been on the California Classic Rally as well as the Copperstate 1000 Rally. This car does it all: comfortable, old-school fast, and handles like a dream. Very predictable with no surprises.”

Meyer says the G.T. 350 “just speaks to me. It’s a pure American automotive piece of art. Just nothing like it. A California hot rod Mustang in the traditional American color scheme perfected by Briggs Cunningham, white with blue stripes. In addition to its wonderful aesthetic, it dominated on the race track as well. It walked the walk and won multiple SCCA B/Production championships. It’s everything a Shelby should be.”

1970 Chevrolet Chevelle LS6 Ward Grappa “My Chevelle was sold new in Albuquerque, New Mexico, on June 6, 1970, at Ed Black’s Chevrolet Center to Tom White,” explains Ward Grappa. “Tom was a 19-year-old pharmacy major at the University of New Mexico. The purchase price of this car was $4,454.60. The original owner used this LS6 Chevelle as daily transportation until late 1980. By that time it had acquired 91,000 miles. Tom’s four daughters came home from the hospital as newborn babies in this car.”

In early 1981, White sold his LS6 to its second owner, Greg Compagnone, also from Albuquerque, for $4,500. “Greg drove this LS6 infrequently and kept it until late 1984,” says Grappa. “During that period he had the rings and bearings replaced in the engine because of excessive oil consumption, and had a ‘Mop and Glow’ paint job done because the original paint job was faded.”

Grappa has his car’s full owner history: “On December 12, 1984, this LS6 passed to Jerry Cogswell from Los Lunas, New Mexico, its third owner, for $5,500. From late 1984 until late 2001, Jerry put less than 1,000 miles on this car. At the time I purchased this Chevelle on January 13, 2002, it had traveled 95,575 miles. A complete, 2,000-hour, body-off restoration was finished by me in February 2003. All components are numbers- and date-code matching. Documentation includes the original Protect-o-Plate Warranty Folder and the new car purchase order.”

1969 Chevrolet Chevelle SS396 Keith Watkins “I’ve owned the car for three years now,” says Keith Watkins. “I purchased it from a restorer in Atlanta who purchased it from the original owner. The car underwent a frame-on cosmetic restoration prior to me buying it. Once I bought it, I went through the car again to finish up all the fine details and get the car as close to original as possible. This included new fenderwells, OE battery and cables, OE spark plug wires, N.O.S. fuel pump, N.O.S. AM/FM radio, upgraded OE gauge package, N.O.S. tilt column, and all new correct hoses and clamps.”

The Chevelle “looks and drives exactly as it did when it left the factory in 1969, and it’s been a ton of fun working on and enjoying this time capsule,” Watkins says. “The car has the original engine, transmission, rearend, carb, snorkel air cleaner, and brakes, and sports its correct 789 Tuxedo Black paint, along with correct 11C Garnet Red interior. All the glass except the windshield is original to the car, along with the original body panels. Inside the car smells like steel and vinyl and takes me back to my childhood every time I go for a spin.”

1970 Ford Torino Cobra John Chencharick “I purchased this original, numbers-matching car with 24,000 miles in 2005,” John Chencharick tells us. “It now has 26,000 miles. I documented the mileage by contacting the second and third owners. The engine internals were photographed and documented by engine master Jim Van Gordon, and the transmission was inspected and photographed by John Saltzman. The original torque converter was also inspected and photographed. The engine compartment was expertly detailed by John Coute’s Arrow Auto Air in San Bernardino, California. The painting was done by Rounsville’s in San Bernardino, California. Parts were supplied by Jeff Sneathen at SEMO Mustangs, and any technical detail information was furnished by Phil LaChapelle.”

Chencharick says he has been “actively involved with most phases of the restoration from either a hands-on or research aspect. The originality of the car is its most amazing attribute. The car has participated in three concours events and had been very well received. It was invited to the Fabulous Fords event to celebrate the 45th anniversary of the Torino and has just been invited back for the 50th celebration. It has also been invited for a major, yet unannounced, event coming up in January 2018. The car has done very well in shows, and I look forward to more highlights for this special car.”

1969 Ford Galaxie 500XL Mark Rice Mark Rice tells us he bought his Galaxie in 1979 “for $400 out of an ad placed in Hemmings. It was in a repair shop where it had been parked for five years. I am sure the shop told the customer that they had blown up the engine. Don’t know how the owner of the shop had the authorization to sell it, but he did, maybe for the customer. It was the first car that I brought back, and I drove it after doing some valvetrain work on the original motor.”

The Galaxie was far from how it looks now. “It had no rear glass and had been out in the rain for four years, so it had lots of rust,” says Rice. “The entire floor section had to be cut out of another 1969 convertible that I found at an Ecology Center. My dad and I cut it out on one Easter Sunday. It also needed the right door and trunk lid replaced. In the late 1970s into the 1980s you could find four to five cars a row at the junkyards and still find a fair amount of new parts at the local Ford dealer.”

The Galaxie was born with a K-code 429 two-barrel that came with a single exhaust. Rice says, “I upgraded it to a 460ci crate motor in 1985. I never liked the way it ran—no bottom end. A man in Signal Hill [California] began the rebuild of the 460 in 1999 with the correct DOV-C heads from a 429. It is completely balanced and port-matched with Cobra Jet cast-iron headers. I helped in all the intake and exhaust porting. I restored the car myself with the exception of the paint and upholstery. It was painted in late 1989 and still has that paint on it. It’s been a part of my life for the last 38 years.”

1968 Shelby G.T. 500 Christopher Sullivan “Mine is a true Los Angeles Shelby G.T. 500,” says Christopher Sullivan. “It was originally purchased from Downey Ford, Downey, California. It was built on December 21, 1967, and received at Downey Ford on January 11, 1968. It’s all factory-correct, matching-numbers with its original, unrestored factory interior. It has benefited from a six-year rotisserie restoration process—every nut and bolt—using all the actual parts that came on the car wherever possible. All correct factory colors, details, and using correct date-coded original N.O.S. parts, turn signal switch and so on.”

Note that the Shelby has its original black and yellow California-issued license plates with the original Downey Ford dealer license plate frame. Sullivan says, “This dealer frame was the personal frame of the original owner of Downey Ford, Mr. Graham Sr. which was given to me by his son, Mr. Jim Graham from Santa Margarita Ford. He told me, ‘So you own the green hot rod. I knew that car when I was 14 years old running around my father’s shop!’”

The Shelby (No. 00909) was raced at Lions Drag Strip in Long Beach, California, and at the Riverside International Raceway. “The car had some vintage Lions Drag Strip decals under the hood when I purchased it in 2009. It took many years to get the G.T. 500 to the level it is today. And I really enjoy driving it around Venice Beach,” says Sullivan.

1966 Shelby G.T. 350 Margaret Alley “In 1967 my husband Paul and I traded our VW Beetle and a little bit of cash to one of our neighbors for this car,” Margaret Alley recalls. “Over the years he would drive it to work, racing on the Long Beach freeway. He loved it, he wanted a muscle car so bad. He loved fast cars. Together we drove it in slaloms, time trials, and gymkhanas.”

Over the years, with Paul driving it back and forth to work, “the car went through several paint jobs, some not so good, the cheap-type stuff,” she says. “Over the last couple of years, I dug it out of storage and had Mike Abssy, the owner of Schraders’ Speed and Style in Azusa, do all the work. It is a true muscle car, no power brakes and no power steering. You just muscle it around, which I do about once a week.” We shot a video of Margaret at the show and posted it on Facebook. “As I left Lacy Park on the day of the show, that video must to have gone viral,” she tells us. “As we drove the car off the field, people were shouting at me, ‘You’re the real little old lady from Pasadena!’ That was so much fun, the perfect ending to a wonderful day. And now my G.T. 350 will be in Muscle Car Review magazine.”

1964 1/2 Ford Mustang Robin Grove “Salli, my 1964 1/2 Mustang convertible, found me through a friend whose father, M. E. Evans, had just passed away,” Robin Grove says. “I am the car’s second owner. Mr. Evans was a big Ford truck buyer for his ranch in Texas in the 1950s and 1960s. He bought his wife a present for her birthday, which was a triple-black, fully loaded, Tiffany-advertised, hot-off-the-assembly line Mustang. He had her delivered on a large flatbed truck with a bow.”

She says the engine had some problems in later years, so it became a father-son project. “Somehow they never finished it, and it sat in their garage for 30 years, all parts in boxes and accounted for. “My first car was a black 1964 1/2 Mustang, and over the years because of that I was named Mustang Salli,” Grove continued. “Hence, when my Mustang found me, she had to be named Salli. Salli’s a babe, and us girls always stick together. At shows, when someone recognizes it as a 1964 1/2 Mustang, I love pointing out the almost dozen or so small differences between the half-year, 1964 1/2 cars—such as the generator and sharp-edged hood—and the changes made for the full-year 1965 cars.”

1972 Mercury Cougar XR-7 Skip Humphrey Skip Humphrey’s Cougar is a rare cat, one of just 32 convertibles built with the 285hp 351 and a four-speed manual transmission. “I ordered the car in September 1971 from Hempstead Lincoln-Mercury in Hempstead, New York,” he says. “It took until December 23 for the car to be delivered, as Ford had trouble getting it to pass Federal smog requirements because of the four-speed transmission. On the weekend of July 4, 1973, I read that Ford had built its last convertibles. At the time she had 39,000 miles on the odometer. I went out and bought a used Falcon Station wagon, and put the Cougar in my garage, to be used only weekends and only in good weather.”

Humphrey moved to Southern California in 1988 and had the Cougar, then with 63,000 miles on the clock, shipped west. This past April, while Humphrey was driving home from the Fabulous Fords Forever show at Knott’s Berry Farm, the odometer rolled over to 85,000.

“This car is as original as I have been able to keep her,” he says. “In 2012 at the Knott’s’ show, I was award the Johnna Pepper Memorial Trophy, presented to me by Henry Ford III, the great-, great-grandson of the founder of the Ford Motor Company. She is lovingly cared for and driven to numerous shows, mainly in Southern California.”

1968 AMC AMX Mark Melvin “My car came with an interesting history, as it was Angela Dorian’s grand prize for being named Playboy’s 1968 Playmate of the Year,” says Mark Melvin of his distinctive AMX, which we featured in “Pretty in Pink” in the Jan. 2016 issue (hotrod.com).

“Although the pink car was a beauty in 1968 when formally awarded to Dorian, the car was very rough when spotted for sale on a used car lot in Southern California,” he recalls. “A contract was signed and title transferred, ending the Playmate’s 42 years of ownership, which made me the second owner of the ‘Playmate AMX.’”

The AMX, wearing black paint, was put into storage for two years until “a combination of local club members agreed to help take on the project of restoring the AMX back to its original ‘Playmate Pink’ glory,” says Melvin. “The restoration, led by club member Allen Tyler, took nearly three years, as every nut and bolt came off the car and every component was rebuilt.”

He says his AMX “does very well at all shows. Even if it misses out on an award, it still gets looks from everyone, especially the girls, who can’t pass up an opportunity to have their picture taken with the pink AMX.”

1970 Dodge Challenger Peter Treglia A couple of cars on the Lacy Park lawns were veterans of previous SMMCs. One was Peter Treglia’s Challenger. He says, “I bought the car about two years ago, 90-percent restored, from Greg Nelson, a big Mopar guy who runs The Mopar Ponderosa in Minnesota. Since then it’s been an ongoing project to make it as correct as possible. I entered the show here last year, where I was pleased to be invited, and finished last in my class. That inspired me to do better, and over the last year we fine-tuned where we felt we came up short. This year I took home the Second place trophy, which I think is quite an accomplishment.”

Treglia says his Challenger was “inspired by the remake of the movie Vanishing Point in 1997. It’s equipped with a numbers-matching 440 Six-Pack, transmission, and rearend. It’s a Dana 60 Super Drag Pack car with a 4.10 rearend. It’s finished in B7 Blue, which is one of the rarest colors and is the color the car was when it left the factory.”

1970 Ford Mustang Boss 429 Warren Seko Another SMMC veteran was Warren Seko’s Grabber Blue Boss, which earned the MCR award at last year’s show. He says, “The Boss 429 Mustang is a rare muscle car and was homologated by NASCAR to build at least 500 street examples for Ford to use in racing,” Warren explains. “Total production was 859 made for 1969, and 499 for 1970. My car is KK number 2171.”

Seko’s late father, Saburo, was the third owner. The car had a repaint back in the late 1980s “with single-stage paint in its original Grabber Blue color,” he says. “The interior is 100 percent original, with its slight patina, vinyl scent, and the white comfort-weave seats. The Decor Group with the woodgrain side panels was an option for the 1970 model year.”

Seko points out that “all 1970 Boss 429s were equipped with the Hurst shifter, while the 1969 models came with the Ford handle. The car has been in the show circuit in the L.A. area since the 1980s and has won numerous awards throughout the years. It currently has 25,000 miles on the odometer.”

According to the Marti Report, this Boss was one of 10 built for the Los Angeles ordering district. As such it is equipped with the special California evaporative emissions equipment on the gas tank, air cleaner tube, and a charcoal canister under the engine block.

“It was delivered to Culver Motors Ford in Culver City,” he says. “My late father, when he first purchased the car, verified its performance at the dragstrip by clocking a 13.99 at 104 mph at Orange County International Raceway, in factory stock condition, including the full complement of smog equipment and original tires. We still have that time slip to this day, as well as old Polaroid and 35mm photographs as a tribute to my dad.”

2017 San Marino Motor Classic Results, Muscle Car & Pony Car Classes

Class N1 American Big-Block Muscle Cars 1962-1974 GM 1. Frank & Laura Rodrigues, 1965 Chevrolet Chevelle Z-16 2. Dan Bishop, 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle LS6 3. Keith Watkins, 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle SS Coupe

Class N2 American Big-Block Muscle Cars 1962-1974 non-GM 1. John Karelius, 1964 Ford Fairlane Thunderbolt 2. Peter Treglia, 1970 Dodger Challenger 3. Les Juhos, 1965 Dodger Hemi Coronet

Class N3 American Big-Block Muscle Cars 1962-1974 Open 1. Robert Cassling, 1968 Shelby G.T. 500KR 2. Dann Allen, 1969 Mercury Cougar 3. Mark Rice, 1969 Ford Galaxie 500 XL

Class V Pony Cars Through 1973 1. Bruce Meyer, Shelby G.T. 350 2. Jim Mikkelson, 1969 Chevrolet Camaro 3. James Powers, 1967 Mercury Cougar

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