There's always so many little details to unpack in these old photos. Thanks for posting, Mark.
Imagine cruising Grand Bend in a new '69 Super Bee. You're cruising the main drag and are interested in seeing what it can do but there's a cop in a new Biscayne 4 cars back just ready to write a citation. The 3 cars separating you from the cops are all Canadian marques: A Parisienne Sport Deluxe, a Beaumont Custom sport coupe, and a Mercury Rideau 500.
That '66 Chevelle looks to be a Malibu SS convertible.
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In garage, 296 cid inline six & TH350...
Cam, Toronto.
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Looks like a Nova SS parked at the curb facing us (Acadian SS? - don't see the bright strips in the grille, though). I'm also diggin that '68 Monaco 500 parked on the other side, facing away from the camera.
Not sure what that little roadster is 5 cars in front of the motorcycle, but it looks kind of funky (maybe shadows or reflections, but does it have dual exhaust coming out of the rear panel?).
'68 Chevelle SS behind the police cruiser? Kinda blurry though...
I'll still take the Bee, though (sorry GM guys... lol).
I know this is a sign of getting old, but man, when you look at that pic and remember the relatively care-free times, cruising the strip in your best car on a warm spring or summer day, and then you see what is in the news these days, plus all the changes that have happened to society and technology since then... I'd go back to those times in a flash, if I had the choice. But I don't... sigh... ;)
Brings back fond memories. Delivered ice cream for my mother's family's business up and down Main St. in the late '60s and early '70s, latterly doing the driving as well.
Was carrying 2x2.5 gal tubs of ice cream under each arm, into the roller rink snack bar, when a comely lass in a string bikini went past me going the opposite way up the sidewalk. What's a redblooded young Canadian boy to do, but swivel around for a second peek. Walked square into a light standard. It was later in the day, so the contents were less than rock hard.
Still recall the purple ooze of the grape flavour spreading across the sidewalk.
A formative moment.
Had a few of those '69 Biscayne OPP cruisers track me up the Bluewater Highway. That old gal sported a tall block 366 c.i.d. BBC, 5 speed with two-speed rear end. Comfortable carrying that freezer box at 75 mph if no one was around. Barely broke a sweat.
Remember, the speed limit was 60 mph on the Queens Highways in those days.
