LOFTY LONDON—1930
“THE EYE of the Airman sees all—even the private terraces, lawns and walks in the secluded gardens of the King’s Palace.” This is true today, albeit from some altitude, for … Continue reading
TAKE MY MATH TEXT, PLEASE
FROM TIME to time, people tell me that mathematicians are a humorless lot. This, despite my having a tee-shirt (I’m wearing it at the moment) that says “Another day with … Continue reading
REPLICA NEED NOT BE A DIRTY WORD
AMONG CLASSIC car enthusiasts, the term “replica” could be a pejorative: something less than authentic, a fake. On the other hand, for Frazer Nash, the name Replica is high praise … Continue reading
JOINING THE CHAIN GANG
“CAPTAIN” ARCHIE Frazer-Nash had a short involvement with cars bearing his name, chronologically the G.N. and Frazer Nash, sans hyphen. However, under other guidance, the chain-drive Frazer Nash sports car … Continue reading
HURRAH FOR THE HURG!
WHEN LAST we encountered Henry Ronald Godfrey (in fact, only a couple days ago), his partnership with Archie Frazer-Nash of manufacturing G.N. automobiles came to an end in 1922. By … Continue reading
SIMANAITIS SAYS, SON OF THE SEQUEL
THIS BEGINS the fourth year of SimanaitisSays.com. Many thanks to those who have made its composition so very satisfying. Today I offer a selection of past items and accompanying videos … Continue reading
G.N. ADVENTURING
HENRY RONALD Godfrey and Archie Frazer-Nash were car nuts in the Edwardian era. Like many enthusiasts circa 1910, they hankered for personal transportation offering more sociability and better weather protection … Continue reading
THANKS FOR THE LIFT, GOODYEAR!
THE GOODYEAR blimp Spirit of America is being retired on Friday, August 15, 2015. She and The Spirit of Innovation, her Eastern U.S. sibling, are being replaced by the next … Continue reading
I DON’T EVER GO THERE
LIKE MANY people, I reside on Main Street, Anytown, U.S.A. (You know the deal: My name is Occupant.) Though my life has been blessed with adventurous travel, there are other … Continue reading