The unearthing of a 1957 Plymouth Belvedere from an underground vault and the subsequent display of its remains sparked these thoughts from Redforkhippie.
She also created a slide show, with music, about the Belvedere.
(Photo by Redforkhippie.)
The unearthing of a 1957 Plymouth Belvedere from an underground vault and the subsequent display of its remains sparked these thoughts from Redforkhippie.
She also created a slide show, with music, about the Belvedere.
(Photo by Redforkhippie.)
These photos creep me out! Reminds me exactly of CHRISTINE—rising from the grave. All you screen play writers, here’s your story–the sequel to the movie Christine. (and yes, I know, it’s a different model).
Lou
Come on, people. GIT A GRIP. The thing has as much personality as a DEAD body.
Interestingly, however, thousands of people came to downtown Tulsa to see it … which is more than I can say for the attention-starved bicyclist who pedals around town in a Santa suit in a desperate attempt to get somebody to look at him.
To Anonymous: That’s exactly what I thought! Will she never diiiiiiieeeee???
Watched the grand opening on the internet and really enjoyed it. It was a disappointment that she wasn’t in pristine condition, but it was certainly interesting to see all the artifacts Tulsans thought we in the 21st Century might like to know about. Five gallons of gas, in case the internal combustion engine should be uncommon today? They sort of misjudged that one, didn’t they?
Before the unearthing, I was kind of wishing it had been a ’57 Chevy Nomad they’d buried. I’da been OK with a ’57 Thunderbird, too. But back then, and still today, Chevys cost more, so I guess the centennial commission went cheap. Either that or the local Chevy and Ford dealers at the time didn’t share the same civic spirit as the Chrysler dealer.
Now, after seeing what happened, I’m GLAD the Nomad was spared.
Tula’s “Batesline” blog had a funny “hypothetical conversation” from two guys at the burial in ’57: https://www.batesline.com/archives/003230.html
I do hope they end up putting it on display as-is. It does have its own perverse beauty…
I couldn’t tear myself away from it. I’ve never seen anything so weirdly beautiful … all that dirt and debris and corrosion, but under it, those gorgeous Deco details, still visible despite the damage. If Miss Belvedere were mine, I’d never get anything done but photograph her.