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There are some things in life that hover on the edge of attainability. For me, while driving a 1968 hearse for the last decade of the last century, the shimmering dream car was always the 1959 hearse. And now, thanks to all the lovely people who are coming to get tattooed by me, I can own one.  I am happy to announce that this photo I took of it was featured in the 2003 Hearse Calendar from Haunting Productions as October 2003. I was the runner-up second place winner behind the inevitable BEST, the stupendous Carthedral. Hey, I wouldn't complain, even if I got to be Dead Last! If you would like to see more photos of Carthedral you can click on Carthedral But, back to MINE! My marvelous vehicle is a Cadillac, transformed into a hearse by the Miller-Meteor company, and came with a 3-way platform so it has suicide doors. This particular car was owned by a funeral home in Oklahoma that bought it new in 1959 and had it in service until 1962. By then the 50's were over, and this most extreme example of the fin had begun to look like an extravagant dinosaur So this coach was retired after 20,000 miles and 3 years of service, and mothballed. A year ago the owners apparently decided to clean out the garage and sold it to someone who brought it to California. It lived an exciting year being rented out for movies by an eccentric gay embalmer in Hollywood, and then I convinced him to sell it to me. So I got it with 23,000 original miles on a 41 year old car, and then proceed to replace all the rubber bits, the seals, hoses, etc. so that I can drive it for the indefinate future. It is the ultimate car to ferry Irish Wolfhounds in, and even simple events become Hearse Excursions! | |||
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