CFPL TV Chronicles: The Cars of CFPL TV in the Sixties

 

CFPL TV Chronicles: The Roar of Engines and the Hum of Honda's Heyday.

In the latest installment of CFPL TV Chronicles, let's take a joyride down memory lane as we explore the world of wheels that spun up TV hill during the late sixties—a time when hot cars with big engines ruled the roads, and the increasing popularity of Honda motorcycles revolutionized the way we moved.

The late sixties marked the pinnacle of the hot car era, where engines roared with power and the streets were adorned with sleek machines. Amidst this automotive symphony, my own four-wheeled marvel stole the spotlight—a modified Morris Minor 1000 housing a Ford 282 V8. Pieced together from the remains of my old Morris and various junkyard treasures, it stood as the epitome of my automotive ingenuity. How did we live through this era?

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But I wasn't alone in my love affair with unconventional rides. Fred Gracey (camera) cruised in a Super Bee, Teddy Hart (camera) navigated the streets in a Chevelle SS 454, and The Baron (lighting) wowed with tales of the remarkable French Citroen with articulating headlights. Bob Rosso (camera/audio) and Wes Robitaille (props) chose the powerful Honda 750, becoming the kings of the road with their two-wheeled companions.

Yet, amidst the roar of engines and the sleek frames of hot cars, there was a touch of comicality. Enter Fred Woodley (telecine), mounted on his trusty Honda 50. He didn't own a car. Living near my house, Fred became a familiar sight in all weather conditions, his large frame perched atop the petite motorcycle, crowned by an oversized helmet. It was a sight both endearing and comical, a testament to the diverse array of wheels that rolled through the CFPL family.  I wondered, in later years when I used to listen to his radio show at CKOT Tillsonburg how he got there. (a 36 km drive) Did he ever get a car?

As we rev up our engines and cruise through the tales of CFPL TV Chronicles, join me in the next chapter, where the stories continue to unfold—rich with the rumble of engines, the wind in our hair, and the camaraderie that sprouted in the parking lots and garages of CFPL during the golden age of wheels.