I remember being very young in the 70s, and vaguely remember that commercial transports were were not supposed to be on Ontario highways on weekends. I think transport companies were limited to hauling perishables. My parents lived near Highway 7 (part of the Trans-Canada Highway), and I remember on weekends, heavy commercial truck transportation dropped off dramatically. You rarely saw any commercial trucks on the highway once weekends arrived. While weekdays you’d see endless transport trucks. Not sure if this law applied to lighter commercial trucks, and dump trucks as well. Just something I recalled seeing at the time. Not having the heavy trucks on the weekends seemed to make driving much less hectic for tourists, etc. I never asked my dad at the time, if it was for religious reasons or fuel conservation, or a bit of both. 🙂
Pic of the week. I remember reading back in the 1980s that the oldest surviving GP Ferrari was road-registered (and road-enjoyed) by its owner in New Zealand.
More flexibility in both directions back then. In one direction, the racer wasn’t street-legal but had confidence that the police would understand what he was doing. In the other direction, racing cars are now hyper-specialized, tuned for millisecond advantage on one specific track at one specific time. No racing team would waste a micron of tire tread or bearing wear outside of the immediate competition.
This reminds me of a story told by Virgil Exner’s son in a book about him (Visioneer). While at Studebaker in the early 40s Exner came across one of the Indy 500 cars that Studebaker had fielded in the early 30s. He had the car dusted off and made street legal and used it on pleasure trips (sometimes at the speeds for which it had been designed).
Reminds me of myself organizing the Boss’s hot rods going to some meeting. I had to pick those which were road legal, those which weren’t and those which were not legal but could fool the cops. Driving them to the event was an “event” of itself.
those were the days……
I remember being very young in the 70s, and vaguely remember that commercial transports were were not supposed to be on Ontario highways on weekends. I think transport companies were limited to hauling perishables. My parents lived near Highway 7 (part of the Trans-Canada Highway), and I remember on weekends, heavy commercial truck transportation dropped off dramatically. You rarely saw any commercial trucks on the highway once weekends arrived. While weekdays you’d see endless transport trucks. Not sure if this law applied to lighter commercial trucks, and dump trucks as well. Just something I recalled seeing at the time. Not having the heavy trucks on the weekends seemed to make driving much less hectic for tourists, etc. I never asked my dad at the time, if it was for religious reasons or fuel conservation, or a bit of both. 🙂
NOT a trailer queen!
Pic of the week. I remember reading back in the 1980s that the oldest surviving GP Ferrari was road-registered (and road-enjoyed) by its owner in New Zealand.
Just a little traffic heading into turn 438…
More flexibility in both directions back then. In one direction, the racer wasn’t street-legal but had confidence that the police would understand what he was doing. In the other direction, racing cars are now hyper-specialized, tuned for millisecond advantage on one specific track at one specific time. No racing team would waste a micron of tire tread or bearing wear outside of the immediate competition.
Once upon a time race cars were made for the roads. Nowadays racetracks are made for the race cars. That trend got started in 1976.
This reminds me of a story told by Virgil Exner’s son in a book about him (Visioneer). While at Studebaker in the early 40s Exner came across one of the Indy 500 cars that Studebaker had fielded in the early 30s. He had the car dusted off and made street legal and used it on pleasure trips (sometimes at the speeds for which it had been designed).
Looks like US-60/395 Eastbound in Box Springs Canyon, now I-215 and CA-60. I sure miss Riverside.
Reminds me of myself organizing the Boss’s hot rods going to some meeting. I had to pick those which were road legal, those which weren’t and those which were not legal but could fool the cops. Driving them to the event was an “event” of itself.