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"Cornett family, Kentucky, 1972." A Cornett boy and one of his Buds in that Chevy convertible we saw earlier. Print from 35mm negative by William Gedney. Gedney Photographs and Writings Collection, Duke University. View full size.
Before I even saw the Dukes of Hazzard comment (and not necessarily connected to it), I thought this guy had a serious Johnny Knoxville thing going on. And not just because he seems to be doing something stupid. Great photo.
Reminds me of the good old early 70's - tossing empty Miller Pony bottles at highway signs while standing up in my friend's 1970 Grand Prix sunroof - careening down a twisting highway of course. It's a wonder I'm still here!
Sometimes the last words heard on the "black box" recorders in these cars of the South.
If this is the same car shown earlier it's not a Super Sport. The SS had a single, wider side-spear trim, not the U-shaped twin spear in the photo. Interior would have has a SS trim button on the door and a factory installed floor shift, so there would never have been a column shift. As for the tach, it was an option, my high school '64 Super Sport never had one, had to mount a Sun tach on the dash (not that it was needed with that old Powerglide. Thanks for steadying that cane.
Hunting for hippies, no doubt.
Ah youth, 1977, '66 Olds Toronado, Strohs or Bud, occasionally Schoenlings Little Kings cream ale, Salems by the carton and Craig cassette stereo cranked up to the top, probably Doobie Brothers, or Marshall Tucker band. Thank heavens that damn thing had the Divine Intervention Option or I would have been a goner, wish I could do it all over again. Keep up the posts, could have had a ball with these guys even though I'm From Ohio.
Speeding down the road, chugging beers. I bet they rarely opened the doors to get in or out -- just slipped through the open window.
What's missing from today; really miss them.
... Do any of the brothers own a shirt?
It's a brave photographer who gets into a car that's been hotwired with a man who's been drinking.
[The key would be in the ignition, which would be on the dashboard (he said, steadying himself on his cane). The hole is where the shift lever used to be. - Dave]
That tachometer might mean this was a Chevy Super Sport. You could get it with a column-mounted manual shift although this probably had an automatic transmission that was switched out in favor of a three-speed manual with floor shifter. As would befit any self-respecting good ole boy.
At least he has his eyes on the road.
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