The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Life and Times of the American Motel #7


Algiers Apts. Motel (St. Petersburg, FL)

11 comments :

Tempest said...

And look!

Rooms for spending over night to?

Christopher said...

a Flop house worthy of maria montez..

Vanwall said...

Late 60's expensive rides - a class joint.

Kyle said...

This is really close to where by father lives. It's actually Treasure Island, FL but St. Pete is close enough. I think it's still operating and looks quite the same. Although it might have been razed to make room for some new condos recently.

Fred said...

I love that '63 Jag in the picture!

Flickhead said...

Overnight rates -- as opposed to hourly?

Tony said...

I had the Aurora kit for that Jag.

All the chrome parts fell off within a week.

Just sayin'.

Richard Gibson said...

Over here, we called that the E-type Jaguar.
I stumbled on a Jaguar rally last year:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/richardjgibson/2467492551/

Emerson Marks said...

My old man had an E-type in the 70's. Still has picture of it on his wall at work.

Vanwall said...

A tuned flat-floor E-Type was the first drive I scared myself on - all of a sudden I was going 120 MPH, with no sensation of jarring acceleration. It was a refined routier and racer all rolled into one.

Harry said...

It's still there, in all its glory..

http://www.gulfcoastflorida.com/algiers/