Today in 1959, along came Jones to peak at number nine:
Today in 1968, here came the Judge to peak at number 88:
Today in 1985, Glenn Frey may have felt the “Smuggler’s Blues” because it peaked at number 12:
Today in 1959, along came Jones to peak at number nine:
Today in 1968, here came the Judge to peak at number 88:
Today in 1985, Glenn Frey may have felt the “Smuggler’s Blues” because it peaked at number 12:
Today in 1982, Paul McCartney released “Take It Away”:
Birthdays today start with the great Lalo Schifrin:
Yesterday the Facebook Coachbuilding & Concepts page had this post:
Along with the Mercedes Benz C111, for me the Chevrolet Aerovette shares the distinction of being the best automobiles never manufactured. Just LOOK at it! It defines the expression “What a concept!” The Aerovette was everything good that William Mitchell ever thought of, and none of the bad, IMO. It’s magnificent from every angle, and 40 years later it STILL looks futuristic, yet not “Buck Rogers”…just the kind of futuristic that one can imagine as something really coming down the road ahead. Ironically, it shared with the C111 the doomed-yet-so-promising Wankel engine design, which makes them both even more interesting and special.
One looks at the Aerovette and can’t help but wonder, regarding it and what it could have meant to the Corvette, and GM’s fortunes as a whole; what if?
Readers of this blog are familiar with the Corvettes that could have been, but weren’t, and this might be the most famous of them.



I saw this for the first time in the November 1973 Motor Trend magazine, which featured the more conventional-looking two-rotor concept, designed by Pininfarina …

… and the four-rotor. Both were powered by Wankel rotary engines, which GM was trying to develop (as was AMC; the rotary was supposed to power the Pacer, believe it or don’t), until GM dropped the idea due to poor fuel economy and emissions. The two-rotor, called the XP-897, was never developed further, while the four-rotor, called the XP-822, was later powered by a 400 V-8.
How Stuff Works waxes rhapsodic:
The Aerovette displayed a strongly triangulated “mound” shape, deftly balanced proportions, and artful surface detailing. “Gullwing” doors harked back to the original Mercedes 300SL coupe but were articulated for easier operation in tight parking spots.
The interior was more fully engineered than the typical concept car, another indication that the Aerovette was indeed a serious production prospect.
The process to make the Aerovette production-ready moved swiftly. A full-scale clay was ready by late 1977, and tooling orders were about to be placed. The showroom model would have had a steel frame with Duntov’s clever transverse driveline and probably a 350 V-8, which was then Corvette’s mainstay engine.
Transmissions would have likely been the usual four-speed manual and three-speed Turbo Hydra-Matic, and suspension would have come off the old “Shark” per Duntov’s original cost-cutting aim.
So despite its complex gullwing doors, the Aerovette wouldn’t have cost a whole lot more to build than a front-engine Corvette. Indeed, 1980 retail price was projected in the $15,000-$18,000 range.
Best of all, the gorgeous styling would have survived completely intact. As Mitchell later confirmed: “The only difference between the Aerovette and its production derivation was an inch more headroom. Otherwise it was the same.”
But once more, the mid-engine Corvette was not to be. There were several reasons. First, the project lost its two biggest boosters when Duntov retired in 1974 and Mitchell followed suit three years later. Ed Cole was gone by then, too.
A further blow came from Duntov’s successor, David R. McLellan, who preferred the front/mid-engine concept over a rear/mid layout for reasons of packaging, manufacturing economy, even on-road performance.
But the deciding factor was sales — or rather the likely lack of same. Though Porsche, Fiat, and other import makes had all proffered midengine sports cars for several years, none had sold very well in the United States.
Datsun, meanwhile, couldn’t build enough of its admittedly cheaper front-engine 240Z — as GM bean-counters evidently observed. Simply put, the midengine design was too risky.
The Aerovette was certainly inspired by the C111 …

… of which is written:
Let’s just say that Mercedes Benz will never again reach the height of engineering and design brilliance that this line of concepts-intended-for-production attained, especially not the cheapened, devalued Mercedes Benz of today.
That is the unintended consequence of the brief Daimler-Chrysler company, in which, instead of Mercedes’ improving Chrysler’s quality, Chrysler dragged down Mercedes’ quality. (The fact Chrysler is owned by Fiat, another company not known for the quality of its products, should give pause to those contemplating new Chrysler purchases.)
Such cars as the Aerovette are called “dream cars,” because, in part, you’re dreaming to think that Chevrolet or GM could have pulled off such a technologically complex car in the 1970s, regardless of How Stuff Works’ claims. A car of $15,000 to $18,000 would have been the most expensive ever built by GM, for one thing, introduced into the weak economy of the late 1970s and early 1980s.
GM’s build quality being what it was then, it’s impossible for me to imagine that GM could have gotten those articulated doors to work correctly for volume manufacturing. Other cars of that era and beyond have gull-wing doors too, but those weren’t built in any quantity, and their price tags were deep into five digits.
The 4oo V-8, the largest of GM’s small blocks, doesn’t have a great reputation either. The most powerful Corvette of the late ’70s had the L-82 350 V-8, with 220 horsepower. The 400 V-8, when it powered full-size Chevys and pickup trucks, actually had less horsepower. (The 454 V-8, on the other hand, had 240 horsepower.) The 400s also had poor cooling due to their thin cylinder walls, since the 400 had the biggest cylinders of any small-block. (The first Corvette V-8, which was 265 cubic inches, and the 400 used the same cylinder block design. So did the 350, which in my experience is an engine you literally cannot kill.)
And that 400 V-8 was in a mid-engine car. How many mid-engine cars had GM built to that point? None. The only non-front-drive car GM had was the Chevy Corvair, which had a rear-engine design. (A rear-engine car puts the engine behind the back wheels, while a mid-engine car has the engine somewhere between the front and rear axles.) The Corvair died thanks in large part to the libel of non-driver Ralph Nader, even though, you’ll notice, Porsche still builds rear-engine rear-drive cars four decades after the Corvair’s demise. Again, to think that GM could have gotten a mid-engine/rear-drive car right in those days is a triumph of hope over experience.
Let’s step inside for a minute:


That box in front of the steering wheel is not a TV, it’s the instrument panel. GM put digital instruments into some GM cars in the 1980s, including the C4 Corvette. Today, C4s often have their digital instrument panels die, and some people have gone so far to replace them with conventional needled dials. (Which GM did with the C5 Corvette; the two digital instrument panels of the C4 were roundly panned in the car press.) Other GM cars with digital instruments experienced LED death, while others with related gadgets, such as radio controls on steering wheels, had interesting (if it doesn’t happen to you) things happen when such unintended substances as rain water were introduced. (In one case I’m familiar with, after windows were left open before a sudden rain, the owner of the car had to drive the car with the radio at full volume, and the radio could not be shut off.)
Mid-engine cars are cool; there’s no question about that. GM could theoretically get perfect 50/50 weight distribution out of the Aerovette. GM also could have screwed up the car completely, either by bad design (the Corvair turned out to be a good-handling car only when owners had the rear suspension modified to stick the bottom of the rear wheels far outboard) or by excessive part-cheapening, (GM was doing such stupid things as increasing rear-seat elbow room by taking out roll-down rear-door windows.) GM had enough trouble building mass-market cars in these days; a badly executed Aerovette could have sold so poorly that it could have killed the Corvette brand entirely.
The McLellan quote also points out the folly of fixing that which is not broken. Even though the late 1970s Vettes were weak in power compared to Vettes before or since, the best sales year for the Corvette was 1979 — 53,807. GM management must have looked at the good ’70s sales figures and asked why what was not broken should be fixed. GM also had two substantially bigger priorities, the downsized full-size cars (which were great) and then mid-sized cars (which were less so) and then compact cars (the horrid X-Bodys).
It’s fun to imagine a mid-engine Corvette. It is also a car that will remain in your imagination and not anywhere else.
The Wisconsin State Journal’s Doug Moe interviews Winston-Salem State men’s basketball coach James Wilhelmi:
James Wilhelmi is among the fortunate few who knew early what they wanted in life. Wilhelmi wanted to coach college basketball.
He even knew who he wanted to emulate. In junior high school in Burlington — Wilhelmi was born in Madison, and returned for high school, at Madison La Follette — he would watch the Georgetown Hoyas play on television and marvel at their head coach, John Thompson.
It was how Thompson carried himself: a mix of authority and compassion. Thompson might embrace a player who had fouled out, or put his arm around a young man who had made — or missed — a big shot at game’s end.
“You could see he was a father figure,” Wilhelmi, 43, was saying last week. “I knew some day I wanted to have that kind of influence.”
And then, during college, Wilhelmi had the chance to meet his hero. Wilhelmi was attending UW-Whitewater, and a coach who knew his future aspirations suggested he write to college programs that were running summer camps, offering to help out. Naturally, the Georgetown camp run by Thompson was at the top of Wilhelmi’s list.
Word came back: They wanted Wilhelmi at the Georgetown camp.
Wilhelmi gave a fist pump. “Yes!”
Sure enough, at the camp, Wilhelmi got to shake hands with Thompson and tell him how much he admired him. You made me want to be a coach, Wilhelmi said.
At which point John Thompson said, “Don’t go into coaching.”
Wilhelmi blinked.
“The kids have changed,” Thompson said. “Everything has changed.”
Recalling that story last week, Wilhelmi laughed. “Actually,” he said, “the kids are still the kids.”
Wilhelmi, it should be noted, did not take Thompson’s advice. Last Thursday, Wilhelmi was officially introduced as the new men’s basketball head coach at Winston-Salem State University in North Carolina. There was a news conference in the Division II school’s field house. Wilhelmi was flanked by the chancellor and athletic director, and after they each spoke briefly, it was the new head coach’s turn.
It was a proud moment and the culmination of a long journey for Wilhelmi, who had stops in high school coaching and as an assistant at eight different college programs before joining Winston-Salem, as an assistant, in 2011.
Early in his remarks, Wilhelmi evoked a famous quote from the late North Carolina State coach Jim Valvano about finding a way to laugh, think and cry on any given day. Wilhelmi figured he might do all three at his introduction, and he wasn’t wrong. The tears came when he thanked his family for their support.
I spoke to Wilhelmi the day following his press conference. He seemed happy to talk to someone from the city to which he returns regularly; his parents still live in Madison.
Wilhelmi participated in football, basketball and track at Madison La Follette. His best sport was likely football, but he played four years of varsity basketball. The basketball game that he has never forgotten was in his junior year, a tournament game with Madison West. The Regents, with Damon Harrell, had beaten La Follette soundly twice during the regular season. Not so in the tournament.
“We ended up winning on a last-second shot by Mark Paulson,” Wilhelmi said.
Here’s how old I’m getting: I covered Wilhelmi at La Follette. I remember the game Wilhelmi referred to, which proves that postseason wins are always better than regular-season wins. The nailbiter set up another one one night later, but first …
I remember a moment Wilhelmi probably would prefer to forget — the night he got a technical foul. I don’t remember the opponent, but something didn’t go his way — either a turnover or an unfavorable call, probably — and he slammed his hand on the floor, which the official followed with the dreaded T. Today, the hand-slam probably wouldn’t get called, because I’ve seen players get away with it.
Later that season — in fact after the big West win — La Follette played Onalaska at Baraboo for a trip to state. The Lancers fell behind by, I believe, 17 points midway through the third quarter. And then over the next 16 minutes and change they climbed back into the game, thanks to hitting shots and the Hilltoppers’ missing shots and particularly free throws. At one point Wilhelmi drained a three-point shot, the first one I’d seen him hit in two years of watching him play.
Wilhelmi’s teammate, Mike Corbett, hit a jumper to give La Follette a one-point lead with 17 seconds left to complete the comeback. Unfortunately, Onalaska scored with seven seconds left, and a turnover ended La Follette’s season in the last La Follette boys basketball game I covered for the Monona Community Herald. Onalaska went on to win state, which was a nice career highlight for the Hilltoppers’ coach, John Gustafson, who died a few years later of cancer. (The star center of that team, Andy Hutchens, showed up a year later as the Hilltoppers’ pitcher and third-place hitter when I was in Lancaster. The difference, though, was that Lancaster won their sectional semifinal meeting on the way to one of the most unlikely state trips I ever got to cover.)
Now, more Moe:
Wilhelmi accepted a scholarship to play football — he was a wide receiver — for St. Cloud State University in Minnesota, but stayed only a year. He came back to Madison, worked for a time and then enrolled at UW-Whitewater. There he played football and found himself influenced by Stan Zweifel, the Warhawks’ offensive coordinator, now the head coach at the University of Dubuque.
“I did not make a lot of catches or score a lot of points,” Wilhelmi said. “But he treated me like I was a special guy. I appreciated that. Some coaches only pay attention to the stars.”
Wilhelmi filed that memory, as he did the encouragement he’d received to apply for coaching positions at summer camps. The camps were the ideal place to network. Wherever Wilhelmi went, he tried to learn something.
No place may have had greater influence than an early stint as an assistant at UW-Stevens Point, where a head coach named Jack Bennett, who won two national championships, laid out for Wilhelmi a philosophy for building a successful collegiate basketball program.
“He was my compass,” Wilhelmi said of Bennett, both in our conversation and during his news conference a day earlier.
In March, Wilhelmi traveled to Virginia to watch UW-Whitewater play for a Division III national basketball championship. Jack Bennett’s son, Nick Bennett, is now a Whitewater assistant. The Warhawks won the title.
The stars seemed to be aligning. Less than a month later, Wilhelmi was named interim head coach at Winston-Salem, replacing the departed Bobby Collins. On June 6, “interim” was removed and Wilhelmi was named head coach.
The press conference six days later drew a lot of attention. Winston-Salem plays in a highly competitive conference in basketball-crazy North Carolina. I mentioned to Wilhelmi that this must all be pretty exciting.
“It is,” he said. “And it’s just the beginning.”
This makes me feel a little old, but it’s excellent news for us La Follette alumni.
Because I’ve been a little busy the past few days, I haven’t read The New Republic‘s 22 pages on Scott Walker.

Others have, including Ann Althouse:
I live in Wisconsin, and I’ve been following Scott Walker since the 2010 election here, and I have no idea what the “toxic strain of racial politics” refers to. But congratulations to TNR for its eye-catching and weird sexualization of Walker:“Scott Walker Is So Hot Right Now” and for having the nerve to sub-head with “too bad” as you smear him with the accusation of “toxic strain of racial politics.” That “too bad” belongs in the annals of self-refuting statements. Anyone can within one second perceive that The New Republic isn’t the slightest bit sad that there’s this dirt to throw at Walker… this invented dirt for all I can tell. …
I have now read the long article, and the closest thing to anything racial coming directly from Scott Walker is his support over the years for voter ID laws. Much of the article is about the demographics of Milwaukee and the suburban counties around it, including the history — going back into the early 20th century — of how black people migrated to the city and did not — as white people did — relocate into the suburbs.
Milwaukee is an extreme example of this historical pattern, but Scott Walker didn’t make this happen, and given that Scott Walker built his political career in the Milwaukee area, it’s actually impressive that TNR could not find racial incidents and slips to pin on him.
The article also focuses on 2 talk radio hosts — Mark Belling and Charlie Sykes — who have big audiences in Milwaukee. TNR has little direct racial material on them, but it forefronts the one truly ugly thing it has: Belling mocking a specific black person, Milwaukee Congresswoman Gwen Moore. Mostly, TNR accuses Belling and Sykes of indulging in dog-whistle politics about crime and dependence on welfare.
I suspect that Alec MacGillis wrote a more balanced and sane draft but that TNR editors punched it up, trying to make it racial so they could justify that ridiculous sub-heading on the cover and the title and sub-head at the article. The Unelectable Whiteness of Scott Walker! Terrible. MacGillis provides some material about Scott Walker’s early life, mostly about how he’s the son of a Baptist preacher who took religion and politics very seriously from an early age. Some of that is sympathetic, though it’s dotted with quotes from individuals who have reason to want to block Walker’s ascent.
The Power Line Blog adds:
This is completely insane. I have followed Walker’s career for a long time, and there is nothing in his record that can plausibly be given a racial tinge. What does TNR have on him? He supports voter ID legislation. That’s it. Of course, every Republican politician supports voter ID, as do a lot of Democratic pols. As for voters, I believe most polls show around 70% support. All of which is to say that the New Republic’s smear is pathetic, made up out of whole cloth.
What we see here is one more attempt to convince voters that it is “racist” to be a conservative. Governor Walker has turned a state deficit into a surplus, lowered taxes, reformed education, and returned power to the people rather than corrupt, coercive public sector unions. What on Earth is “racist” about that? Nothing, of course. People of all races benefit from clean, efficient government and lower taxes.
I often hear it said that people are intimidated because they are afraid of being called “racists.” Can this possibly be true? One wouldn’t think so. At least 99% of the time, the Democrats’ charges of “racism” relate to matters that have nothing whatever to do with race. That being the case, the Democrats’ claims should be met with scorn, derision, contempt, laughter. Their huffing and puffing about race is obviously a symptom of a party that is intellectually bankrupt and morally depraved. It is time to punch back twice as hard.
See, according to Democrats and liberals, if you criticize Barack Obama, you’re a racist. If you criticize Hillary Clinton, you’re sexist. If you criticize U.S. Rep. Gwen Moore (D-Milwaukee) or state Sen. Lena Taylor (D-Milwaukee), you’re a racist and sexist. If you criticize U.S. Sen. Tammy Baldwin (D-Wisconsin), you are a sexist homophobe.
What is really racist is asserting that Milwaukee minority families’ children should be stuck in the disaster area that is Milwaukee Public Schools without any better options. What is really racist is the belief that Milwaukee minority families don’t care, or shouldn’t care, about the rampant crime in inner-city Milwaukee. (Know who the most popular victim of black criminals is? Other blacks. The nine-year-old girl shot in a crossfire between two black men is, yes, black.) What is really racist is assuming that someone’s skin color should determine for which party they vote, particularly since the Democrats have done such a horrible job for minorities. (Check out the non-white unemployment rate.)
American Thinker concludes:
I think that what really scares the left is that Walker has gone after public employee unions and made membership optional, not mandatory, severely reducing the number of members in teachers unions and other mainstays of fundraising for the Democrats. And he has gotten results – improving quality of government services while lowering costs. If this spreads nationally, the Democrats are in trouble, because they rely on involuntarily-extracted finds from millions of union members.
In politics, you don’t attack someone you don’t consider to be a threat.
Today in 1967 was the Monterey International Pop Festival:
Happy birthday first to Paul McCartney:
The number five song today in 1967 …
… was 27 spots higher than this song reached in 1978:
Birthdays start with Jerry Fielding, who composed the theme music to …