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Texaco Test Car: 1937

June 15, 1937. Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. "Texaco Test Fleet auto at Joe DiMaggio Grotto. Driver of Pontiac with restaurant manager Tom DiMaggio." 8x10 film negative from the Wyland Stanley collection. View full size.

June 15, 1937. Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. "Texaco Test Fleet auto at Joe DiMaggio Grotto. Driver of Pontiac with restaurant manager Tom DiMaggio." 8x10 film negative from the Wyland Stanley collection. View full size.

 

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More degrees of separation

In 1958 while I was in the Navy and my ship was tied up across the bay at Alameda I probably had a blind double date with Tom's daughter. She at least claimed to be Joe DiMaggio's niece. As I recall we ended up going roller skating at Playland. So, niece of Joe if you're still around and reading this.......Hello again!

This time I think we can agree.

He's wearing jodhpurs.

The Little Professor

Tom was 32 when this photo was taken, his 20 year old brother Dominic was in his first season with the San Francisco Seals where he finished with a .306 BA with 46 RBI.
On June 15th 1937 the Seals were due to play hometown rivals the Mission Reds but the game was called off due to rain, however they did beat them 4-2 the next day.

My mistake the score was the other way round

Can't Knock It

Some more information here on the Texaco Test Fleet.

The purpose of the fleet was to gather test data including "ant-knock" work.

What is it ?

Is that a horn mounted on the port-side bumper ? If so, it looks like one worthy of respect.

Degrees of Separation

Tom is either the father or uncle of a man I worked with summers during college. We were the two young guys working with a group of old geezers, maintaining a golf course. Now I'm an old geezer myself and no longer remember DiMaggio's first name, but only that he was Joe's nephew and wanted to be a golf pro. What I do remember was the feeling of getting hit by golfballs in the knee and more sensitive places. That memory might be why the new set of clubs, bag and balls in the garage have never been used yet.

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