No matter what your favorite automotive classic might be; Porsche, Ferrari, Corvette, or whatever, take a few minutes to honor the date. It was 50 years ago. He was a car guy.
That 550 has quite the history attached to it after the crash..kinda "christein" like. Some say she cursed and thats why the car has disappeard.
That guy's sure gotten a lot of press for a second rate actor and third rate driver. If he had lived to be old and fat nobody would remember him.
Using your logic in the New Orleans threads I am surprised you didn't say: "Young, brash, wreckless. Like the thugs that make up New Orleans, he got what was coming to him" Luckily I don't think in those terms.
Do you count the romps on the lavender casting couch as getting laid? I'd include a wink smiley but that's kinda gay, considering.
Are you telling me that just because lots of people say something, that doesn't mean it's actually true? Next you're gonna tell me that when I buy a Ferrari, I'm not gonna have girls throwing bras and panties at me as I drive down the street.
He made more of himself in the 24 years that he was alive than all of those New Orleans welfare thugs did put together. It took a lot of effort back then for a midwestern average Joe to travel to Hollywood and hit the big time. I had a great uncle who went to Hollywood right before WWII. He was a guitar player. He wanted to be one of those Roy Rogers/Gene Autry type cowboy stars that were big back then. He actually got his foot in the door and made a few grade B movies. But like so many others, the skyrocket to stardom never took off. I don't believe that either he or James Dean were looting the local appliance stores at the first sign of a heavy rain.
Do you have any idea just how hard it is now? Ask any server in L.A., I'm sure they've got a much better story than Dean could ever hope for. Arlie, I'm shocked that you didn't reveal the real reason why JD ended up dead.. Apparently Donald Turnupseed was swerving to avoid a Sasquatch! C.
It may indeed be difficult now as well, but as one travels back in time to the 1930s and 1940s, MANY MANY people didn't even own a car to travel to the next town, much less to pack up and drive to Hollywood in. In general, people had far less money in their pockets back then. Turnupseed was an alien piloting a spacecraft/"dimension hopping" craft that was utilizing a cloaking device to "shape shift" itself into the appearance of an old Ford so that it would "blend in" with earth society. Unfortunately, the landing/dimensional re-entry coordinates and/or timing was slightly off, and the craft re-materialized right in front of the oncoming Porsche. How else can it be explained that one car hit another in the middle of the high plains desert where the line of sight is twenty miles in all directions? That's about as believable as somebody tripping over a quarter in the middle of a parking lot. The even greater question is: If Turnupseed WAS a human and WAS swerving to avoid a sasquatch, was the sasquatch a REAL sasquatch, or a shape shifting alien giving the "appearance" of being a real sasquatch?
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