(first published in 2007) The University of Iowa’s reputation for intellectual excellence lured my family away from Innsbruck (it sure as hell wasn’t the skiing). Despite the fact that my elementary school education was a lot less than enthralling, I decided to jump on the academic bandwagon. I threw myself into the study of all things automotive, harboring a secret hope that the University might award me an honorary degree in Autology. The fact that it hasn’t come yet may explain a few things.
Through incessant showroom visits and compulsive brochure hoarding, I quickly mastered the identification of contemporary cars. So I extended my studies into vintage-auto taxonomy. In a dusty service shop, I uncovered the Rosetta stone: well-worn factory documents identifying the minute differences between similar cars– such as the virtually identical 1950 and 1951 Chevrolets– and other such automotive doppelgangers going back decades.
My ability and desire to recognize the make, model and year of vehicles from a distance increased arithmetically. On long-distance journeys, I’d identify every on-coming car or truck with a pencil and pad, keeping a running tally of each make’s contribution to the automotive ecosystem. I felt it my personal duty to confirm the legitimacy of Chevrolet’s Number One sales claim. And in case you’ve been wondering all these decades, White (and White Freightliner) semi tractors were the best selling of that time, according to my careful records.
During my father’s futile attempts to recreate alpine hiking, he made us hike along the flat country roads. He’d drive out in the farmlands outside Iowa City, park the car on the shoulder of some gravel road, and head off. It was infinitely embarrassing, as the local farmers would perpetually stop and ask us if we needed a ride, assuming our car broke down. No one ever walked there otherwise.
So we started walked along Iowa’s many rivers, especially the Mississippi. I occasionally encountered the fossils of vehicles dumped on the banks decades earlier. No rusting, rotting hulk– not even a frame with a lump of an engine– could be left in anonymity. I would climb, scratch and poke while my family anxiously waited for the amateur automotive archaeologist’s positive identification.
My grade school had a single book chronicling the life and times of Henry Ford. When I wrote a letter to the Chevrolet Motor Company asking for some historical background to the company’s products, a quite thorough book, The Chevrolet Story, arrived in the mail a few weeks later. My GM Death Watches and Deadly Sins probably weren’t exactly the kind of long-term interest in the company GM was hoping to inspire with their investment in me.
I finally stumbled onto the library downtown, and devoured section 629.2xx. Author Floyd Clymer’s contribution to this little island of automotive knowledge was disproportionate and hopelessly out of date (e.g. “Those Wonderful Old Automobiles”). But I made do, and through Clymer, I absorbed and relished the unbridled creativity of the industry’s early years, a dot-com-esque boom that spawned everything from two- to eight-wheeled cars, and all manner of propulsion systems.
The public library offered a very limited introduction to the world of automotive journalism. But one winter day, I took advantage of my height, puffed out my ten-year-old chest, and boldly walked into the University library, wondering if I would be busted by the campus police. Thankfully, I was left utterly alone, and I uncovered a veritable treasure trove: Automobile Quarterly. Savoring the profundities of the Duesenberg, Hispano-Suiza and Bugatti was like discovering an enormous oasis in a vast desert. I drank deep from the well of knowledge, and I was very late for supper that evening.
I pondered and probed the deeper mysteries of automotive design. So many questions; so few answers.
How and why had the small change in the Falcon grille, from concave in 1960 to convex in 1961, created such a different response in me? What was the designers’ underlying motive? Was there some positive shift in the group-mood in Dearborn that was reflected in the obviously greater levity and optimism of the ‘61? And I wondered: Were there other scholars asking these important questions? Would I ever find others with whom I could share and discuss these deep mysteries?
I sought the actual spirit of a car, the overarching design leitmotif or inspiration that had inspired its creators. If I squinted in a certain way, avoided focusing on surface detail, and made a conscious effort to clear my mind of preconceived thoughts or prejudices about the subject car, I could often see it in its essence, for better or for worse.
Some spoke their design genesis clearly to me, such as the 1963 Riviera. Raymond Loewy’s Studebaker Avanti was more challenging to decipher. I’m still working on it, which is mostly a good thing.
Others left me confused, including the ’59 Mercury. There was one on the way to school; it often made me late as I stared and squinted. The woman in the living room window stared and squinted at me. I told the teacher I was doing my homework, but I had nothing to show for it. I still don’t get it.
The only thing I saw in the 1961-1963 Rambler American was a poorly designed child’s-toy car; the Tonka 440.
I also obsessed on automotive interiors. Walking to school, I left a tell-trail of smudges on the windows of dozens of cars parked en route. My favorite was a 1960 Imperial; its dash looked like a sci-fi depiction of a future Mars colony (as depicted by Popular Mechanics). Those giant dials were glass domes under which various human activities could be discerned, if one looked long and hard enough. The steering wheel hovered over the whole colony like a rotating space station, where the colonists could experience proper gravity. The squared-off wheel only added to the surreal effect.
At a University football game, I had a close encounter of the parking lot kind, with a mid-fifties Bentley R type. It was the kind of car not normally found in Iowa. I was so absorbed by the combination of wood and leather that a campus patrol officer detained me for suspicion of attempted theft. I was flattered, actually, that he thought I could possibly drive it, considering I was ten years old. In a rare moment of parental understanding, my father laughed off the campus police when they called our house about it.
(not mine, but they weren’t much better)
I spent the majority of my time in school doodling cars or reading. I burned through endless reams of 500-count loose-leaf paper. But try as I might, none of my artistic endeavors was worth saving. My desk bulged with wads of paper, as crumpled as my hopes of becoming the next Bill Mitchell.
I also failed at model building; my creations always seemed to end up looking distinctly cancerous. They were duly liquidated in balls of fire and foul black smoke, victims of carefully staged “accidents” in the driveway.
I knew my advanced degree work in Autology wasn’t quite within reach yet. To round out my studies I sought more applied, practical experience: field work. In Iowa, that goal was well within the (corn) field of possibilities.
The dark blue lower Chevrolet: 1950. The Silvery Upper, the 1951. Good luck on me telling a 1951 from a 1952 tho….
Since Dad had a 1951 Chevrolet business coupe with a rear seat that he added; and a 1952 Chevrolet DeLuxe two door sedan, I can tell with a glimpse of the front end! But not 1950 vs.1951..
’52 has teeth on the central grille bar.
Well, there’s the answer to the curbside classic clue. 1961 Ford Falcon.
I understand your passion only too well as my childhood was filled with similar though not quite so extensive studies. Growing up in western PA between 1944 and 1962 I quickly learned to identify all American autos on sight and even by sound. I could and still can discern exhaust sounds of all American autos of that time as well as starter sounds. I discovered Mechanix Illustrated, and Consumer Reports at the library though Auto Quarterly was later after arriving at college. I had no access to a college library in my home town. Between 1955 and 1962 I rode my bike to all local car dealers and developed an extensive collection of brochures that I still have. My dad was not exactly a car guy but he was a process equipment design engineer so our 1949 Kaiser Special had a homemade cruise control that he used on a family vacation to California during June of 1949. In 1963 as a college freshman, my dad sent me to the local Chevy dealer to negotiate a deal on a new Chevy Corvair Monza. I ordered one with beige/gold exterior, red vinyl bucket seats and 4 on the floor. Everybody in the family liked it and then later he traded it for a 65 Monza 4 door hardtop totally gold inside and out. My Mom once put one of the Corvairs on its side in a snow bank but other than that they were cool little machines.
Sounds at least or more extensive to me. How I wish I’d kept all those brochures and magazines! I forgot to mention old MI and Pop Sci magazines. My first car was a 1962 Monza; I’ll tell all the details in a chapter to come…
“I quickly learned to identify all American autos on sight and even by sound. I could and still can discern exhaust sounds of all American autos of that time as well as starter sounds. I discovered Mechanix Illustrated, and Consumer Reports at the library though Auto Quarterly was later after arriving at college. I had no access to a college library in my home town. Between 1955 and 1962 I rode my bike to all local car dealers and developed an extensive collection of brochures.”
I could have written that. just replace “American” with “European” and make the references to automotive literature German: “Auto Motor und Sport”, “Hobby”, and any auto test in general interest magazines.
…..but if Paul is a Guru I am only an apprentice.
That bare frame is from mid-60s Chevy or GMC truck.
My automotive curiosity put me in a similar predicament as you when I was around 11 years old.
This was around 84 when there were still “old” cars on the streets where I lived. I found a beautiful Lincoln Mark V. I want to say it was a 79. Black on black, built in CB radio, This thing must have had every single option on it.
I must have been drooling over it a bit too long as the owner called the local PD and I wound up getting a chauffeurred ride home in a blue and white LTD..
Closest I came to that was at the Peterson Museum in LA. After I tripped the proximity alarm on the Chrysler Turbine display twice, a security guard showed-up an followed me around for awhile.
Given that my father was a John Deere salesman, I started with tractors and then at about age 12 moved on to cars.
I think I’ve got the Avanti mostly figured out: One thing that strikes me is the blend of knife-edge bumpers, favored by Virgil Exner, with body styling that makes the car look large in a side profile, via the protruding fender edges. The latter was an Elwood Engel trademark (1961 Lincoln, 1965 Chrysler, 1966 Dodge Charger) but also appeared on the 1966 Olds Toronado.
I recall reading that Raymond Loewy tried to integrate “European influences” when designing the Avanti. The Avanti side profile dipped slightly at the door, giving it a bit of Coke-bottle look, predictive of American cars introduced in the later mid-60’s. This could have also been European-influenced however, from sports cars such as the E-Type Jag.
The grille-less front with large headlights and glass covers evoke the look of rear-engine cars such as VW and Porsche. There is also the asymmetrical styling of the hood, which is generally avoided by American stylists.
The roofline looks somewhat European too, with it’s triangular C-pillar and large back window, although I can’t place a particular car that it most resembles. The 1966 Jensen Interceptor certainly comes to mind. I have often thought that the Avanti roofline didn’t match the car well from some angles, and may look better with a notchback-style rear window.
I also think that the body was raised-up too much at the back, and would look better sectioned so the distance from the top of the wheel arch to the fender top is reduced. The dimensions were probably a limited by the Lark chassis that was used.
The Avanti brought together a diverse collection of then-new styling ideas which came together very well. Since it was introduced in 1962, before many of the cars that I believe it shares design traits with, I wonder what was predicted by Loewy and his team versus what was influenced from other designs they had seen?
I can describe the Avanti much more easily:
A flashy, space-age body, fiberglass to cut tooling costs…that would readily mount on a Lark frame and drivetrain. A factory “kit car” – and a desperate move on Sherwood Egbert’s part to create a model with some excitement…while he was blocked with funding limitations on one hand and the close-it-down Studebaker board on the other.
It was a frantic last gasp…and it’s a credit to Lowey’s people that they put that panic rush-job’s lines and folds together so well.
JustPassinThru, the point of this article was:
I sought the actual spirit of a car, the overarching design leitmotif or inspiration that had inspired its creators.
You have described the economics that produced the Avanti, and touched on the fact that Lowey was constrained by the limitations of fibreglass construction, the Lark chassis, a tight budget and time schedule, which are valid points. However, those constraints do not go very far towards describing why the car looks the way it does. They could have wound-up with a Homermobile. 🙂
I’ve decided that this site is more like a car addict support group. So much of what I read in these posts and blog entries are like what goes through my mind…
I, too have spent my time trying to decipher the intents of different designers based on what I saw on city streets. Also, I started this activity at a young age, and it continues to this day. I started out in industrial (transportation) design in my college years, but was lured by the (then) easy money and matriculation requirements of graphic and publication design.
It’s fascinating to me that so many of us have this same obsession. I’d bet that most of the posters on this board have at least three cars to their disposal. I’d also bet that the three are either ALL different or the same. In my case, they’re the same.
What about the rest of you folks?
EDIT: And I’ve gotten at least three nephews and my own daughters into this same obsession…
SECOND EDIT: I finally made it over to the GM World HQ a few years back, there’s a museum in the basement of the towers. I spent all of my free time there, soaking up the history and the examples on the floor. I was there for a seminar with my wife. To say the least, she was less than thrilled…
We actually have six at our fingertips. 2 Corvairs, 1 ’60 olds, another olds woodgrain wagon, a trans am and a Sebring. Kind of a gm theme, none the less.
You really are a kindred spirit Paul. I used to draw cars on my bedroom wall, and my elder sister would try her hand as well. With her cars you could never tell which was the front – a bit like your sketch above.
Paul – you rock! You’re like me/I’m like you in that I was fascinated with cars – ALL cars – from my very earliest memory of being aware of cars. First auto-memory: The Doctor’s housecall (as a toddler I was very sickly with a myraid of respiratory ailments and suffered from pneumonia frequently from birth through age four). The car that I now know as a ’61 Coupe de Ville (even at two I remember the twin round tailgights, the small fins and how LONG the car was – in metallic fuscia!) – was what I remember the Doctor pulling up curbside had. I remember that day from age two because I received a series of painful shots!
In Kindergarten, my school was about a block and a half away from my house. I knew what every one of my neighbors drove and noted the other cars that dropped off and picked up my 5-6 year old classmates. This would’ve been 1964/65. Neighbors immediately to our left – the DeCarlo’s had a white over pink over black ’55 Dodge Royal. Round the corner – The Austins had a ’55 white over yellow Bel Air coupe, the Murphys – a green over yellow ’58 Biscayne and a white ’57 Olds 98. Miss Nielen next door to them had a ’57 tan over brown Ford Custom 500 which I remember her trading for a blue over blue ’65 Olds Cutlass!
By the time I started first grade, I’d made good friends with Peter Bernadoni. His mom seemed to get a new T-bird every other year and I remember riding in that cavernous (for a six/seven year old me) car. His dad I remember had a black w/red leather Imperial Crown. Christmas 1965 was when I got a remote control Mustang coupe that drove itself and whose head/tailights lit up. Lots of car memories.
Your research Paul is meticulous – spot on! Your car stories are informative and amusing and strike a chord in me. Thank YOU!
P.S. Looking forward to the Ford Courier/B series Mazda truck article!
Thanks; and welcome to the CC long strange trip.
After getting my undergrad and grad degree from U of I, I left with my piece of junk 1990 Lumina there, and told myself I would never to buy another Chevy. Now knowing the even the Chevy Equinox has a engine made in China, I swore that I would never buy a Chevy. Well, so now I go VW – but who knows, maybe that’s made in China too! There should be a degree in Autology; afterall, I am so amazed about the cars they build in the late 1950’s (and the ads that go along with them!)..and those “X” cars that never made it to market. I miss my Rambler already….
Funny you mention you wrote to Chevrolet and they sent you that book. Back in the mid-70s, when I was just a 9 year old kid with a small engine habit, I would write to Briggs&Stratton, and they would send me decal sets and owners manuals. Try that today.
I was alone in my car-gazings as well. I used to sit on the front stoop of our postwar prefab home and gaze down the hill at the four-lane artery below, naming every car that went by and dating it accurately to within one year.
(P.S. You could do an Alpine-style hike in my childhood neighborhood. It was built on a landfill and was all hills.)
My education began with a copy of the Encyclopedia of American Cars and continued with those Consumer Guide (R) classics, Cars of the 50s and Cars of the 60s. I stumbled upon Floyd Clymer too, but never found his work to have any compelling charms.
The things we remember. It seems my paternal grandfather was the only other person in my gene pool to share in the automotive fanaticism. Sadly, he died well prior to my birth, leaving me surrounded by disinterest and amused tolerance.
Since early on I could name all cars around me. My mother still claims I was almost ran over while leaving a shopping mall at age 2 or 3 as I had escaped her, heading toward the street. Not the case; there was a ’68 Plymouth Satellite I wanted a closer look at. It was white and had a unique sound I had never heard before. Besides the driver saw me and slowed down!
Ones education is never complete and the one thing I quickly learned is that there is always more to learn.
I too was almost ran over as a child. Because of traffic I happened to be on the other side of the road of my family. I looked for a gap in the traffic to cross over and saw one, just big enough I thought. I darted across the road. Tires squealed and my parents dropped their jaws. I went a cross and all smiles said: ” Look, this is a Mercedes!”
I cannot tell you how often this story was retold to me…….
The profile on that Rambler is not right. I could never own or drive such a thing for being constantly aware of that awful symmetry.
That Rambler in profile is one of the most awful designs ever, far, far worse than the Pontiac Aztec. How on earth did they get the openings for the rear wheels so misplaced? The thing is hideous. Yes, I know it was a rehashing of the original Rambler American, which was a rehashing of an earlier car. I’m still amazed at the resulting aesthetic stomachache.
I’m still amazed they sold any.
I’ve always liked the 1949 through 52 design of the General Motors cars. They’re generally stylish without being too flashy. 🙂
I have Floyd Clymer’s Treasury of Foreign Cars from 1957. Got it last year from the booksale room of the library where I work. Nobody loved cars more than Floyd!
We had a family hobby of counting cars on my Grandma’s porch. Route 191 slipped by at the bottom of her steeply raked front yard, and it was a busy street. I can still feel the warm breeze shuffling through the Indian Pipe vine that hung from the roof. The brands were split up with a handicapper’s style: Chevys, Ford products, Mopars and Foreign together, all other GM. My older brother has a child’s craft book from 1929 my Dad gave us, and there is a page of hash marks inside the back cover showing the count for one of these games.
I’m a child of the “Malaise Era.” As a 9-year old I was enraptured by the various magazines and guides my Dad was looking at when he was shopping for a new car (which ended up being a ’78 Buick LeSabre).
The “Consumer Guide” had long lists of options and prices for each model in the back, which I spent hours poring over.
A friend of mine and I spent some of our recesses in the schoolyard, peering through the rusty chainlink fence, competing to see who could identify more makes & models among the passing traffic.
As for taste, well I was nine years old. I liked the AMC’s. I thought the Pacer Wagon with the raised grille looked cool.
Go Hawks!
Hawkeyes, that is.
Go Seahawks! 🙂
I’m glad me and my buddies weren’t the only ones to discover that strategic torching of our plastic model cars could produce realistic looking accidents…. I guess I was lucky to have nearby buddies who were also car nuts.
Or blowing them up with firecrackers on the Fourth of July. In retrospect, many of them were collectible items, especially the “promos” which I wish I still had now.
Don’t knock the skiing in Iowa. Some buddies and I once drove from Iowa City to Dubuque and skied the one hill there. It was a short run, kind of like sledding only faster.
I like that the terrible drawing of a car is a Rover, LOL… nice touch – and not much better than mine, either. I could never draw cars for shit, which is why I never even considered any kind of design studies. I was a Mechanical Engineering student at one time, briefly, but dropped out. Automobilology would be much more my speed. If I could get that degree, I’d sign up in a minute.
That green ’60 Falcon nose looks familiar to me… I think it’s the same one I saw a few years ago. It had been lowered and converted to a 4-speed floor shift but still had the original 144 six under the hood. Pretty cool car.
I’m glad my AMT, Revell, and other model cars (of similar failed inspection quality as Paul’s) weren’t the only ones involved in unfortunate “accidents” in the driveway. The victims were typically those that suffered from glue runs, bad paint jobs, or misplaced decals. I also had a brother with twisted friends who loved to insert firecrackers to enhance the driveway pyrotechnics. Fire, explosions, and a treasure hunt with discovery squeals of delight followed as the missing parts that survived the tragedy were found. Aside from locating a secret stash of Playboys in the garage, for a teenage boy, it didn’t get much better than that!
I’m another one who’s been a car nut since I was a little kid. I even remember the banjo steering wheel on my father’s 1935 Ford sedan that he sold when I was 7 or 8…the 1934 LaSalle 4-window 4-door sedan that he bought when I was 9, and I’ve never seen another one since…his 1937 Dodge dump truck…the 1919 Cadillac V-8 flatbed pickup converted from a hearse that one of his friends found, that ended up in Pop’s equipment lot next to a Fordson tractor….
I remember as a fifth and sixth grader being a ‘crossing guard’ on Powell blvd in Portland. Back then the older kids were given some real responsibility. We even used to help the younger kids that were behind in reading. And when I was in the 2nd grade in 1962, the Columbus Day windstorm knocked out the power in the school and we were told to ‘walk directly home’ in winds that almost knocked us over as we watched the birds fly by backwards with their tail tucked under, and trees bent over along with power lines falling on the road. Imagine that happening today, I used to watch the cars hit a pothole on Powell when I was crossing guard, and note which cars seemed to ride smoothly over it as the wheels bounced up and down, and which cars moved up and down bouncing over the bump.
I was 8 years old in December of 1963 when we moved to a house about 2 blocks away from the local Pontiac – Cadillac dealership. We lived there until December of 1970. My brother and I recently had the conversation that we did not know that we were living during Pontiac’s Golden Age, but we’re very glad that we got to see as much as we did. I wish I had access to a cell phone camera back then.
Great (re)read! I suspect many CC’ers were car doodlers in our yout. Although I can’t say I went as far as to keep detailed records of car spottings.
My own automotive knowledge pales in comparison to yours, Paul, but there are certain things I remember so well, including that 629.2 Dewey Decimal number. When visiting a new library even now, I usually find myself magnetically attracted to that section, to either be disappointed in their selections, or amazed that you can still find some Clymer books. Or in the 629.2 reference section in some libraries (not for circulation) some old Motor manuals or at least a Haynes manual for a Datsun B210.
And my first encounter with the police? Related to my research as well. In 1964 we lived in Helsinki, Finland for about a month. Seven year old Dman was coming out of an ice cream shop with his Mom and sister, and saw a Trabant across the street, the first one I’d seen close by. I darted across the street, startled halfway across by the screech of tires. An Opel Kadett police car! The cop jumped out and started yelling at me, then my Mom in Finnish, of which we didn’t understand a word. But almost 60 years later, I can still visualize the scene, with the Trabant and the Kadett in exact detail.
Enjoyed the article as always! I spent many hours of my youth also “studying” and drawing cars in my school note books. I was constantly warned by my mother that I would grow up to get a job on a garbage truck.
I built, butchered….err…”customized” many AMT 3-in-1 kits starting in the Fall of 1957 with a Edsel drop top. It’s gone, but I still have my second “KUSTOM”, a ’58 Ford Fairlane 500 drop top; altho one would need to really know car shapes to recognize it as a ’58 Ford.
Despite my mothers’ worries, my interests ultimately, with the G.I. Bill, got me into Art Center College of Design. My days there were in the small original “campus” out on 3rd Street in Los Angeles. I never designed a production cat, but I did design everything from a coat hanger to a 90 ton (lift) crane truck.
My childhood interest in cars did lead to a 42 year career in Industrial Design. Toward the later part of my design work it was mostly all types of RVs exterior and interior. Oh well, that paid the bills plus allowed me to purchase numerous cars and motorcycles! I can’t think of anything that could have been more interesting or challenging for me. 🙂 DFO
So Dennis, can you answer a question that’s been bugging me for years: why do almost all RV’s continue to have flamboyant graphics, even as those have fallen out of fashion on other vehicles? Is it tradition, or is the purpose to hide flaws and odd reflections in the large flat panels? Thanks!
You beat me to it. Or maybe I was trying to avoid an embarrassing question, as these graphics inherently prevent anyone with anything vaguely resembling good taste from ever buying one. I wouldn’t be caught dead in one.
But maybe that’s the point?
I suspect the RV industry knows its target market better than we do. But still, it really seems odd to put off a segment of potential buyers with such graphics, and now going on for some 40 years. I’ve been waiting for at least 30 of them for what I assumed would be a temporary fad to end.
Sport boats up to about 30 feet long seem to have the same affliction.
In the 1970s I sent away for Ford Motor Company’s Car Buying Made Easier. They had complete pricing and option lists for all their car models, so you could “build your own”.
Sometime around 1968 I ordered a Checker Marathon brochure from an ad in Popular Mechanics or maybe National Geographic. I guess I had to include my phone number because a week or so later we got a call from a salesman. After some confusion the salesman must have figured a ten year old was not a good potential customer. I think I got the brochure anyway, though i recall it was small and disappointing; perhaps even just two-sided.
I propose a toast to the 629s…and the 681s!
I can relate completely. The childhood-through-mid-teen years (1955-65 for me) were car-obsessed ones, with huge anticipation in the fall over seeing the new models for the first time.
The result of all that early-age imprinting is the ability (still, after 60 years) to be able to tell a ’56 Ford from a ’57 Buick out of the corner of one eye from a block away, and a street scene full of 1950’s cars is strangely comforting. Wasn’t there a TV series called ‘My Mother, the Car?’ 🙂
Relatable too is the sense that somehow those annual styling changes really meant something. I suppose they did at some level, but not in the way it seemed at the time.
When I was about seventeen, my sister had recently married a nascent hoarder. In is horde was huge collection of Popular Mechanics from 1925-1940. I read hundreds of Tom McCahill road tests and pored over every detail. The reviews were not a lot different than in today’s magazines, meaning not the most genuine one could desire.
I saw that silver streamlined Hispano Suiza in the flesh a few years ago and then a few days ago on youtube. Photos do not do it justice at all. NC Museum of Art had an exhibit of streamlined cars, and it was the highlight for me.
Paul, you are an excellent essayist. Thanks for the laughs, too. By the way, over a month ago (I think), someone wrote about the book “The Detroit Electric Scheme.” What a book! I bought it used on line and could not put it down until i finished it. Fortunately, I had a relatively free weekend. It is filled with local color of Detroit, plus twists and turns of writing that keep you in suspense. Much gratitude to the gent who suggested this book. I also used to doodle to design automobiles. Mine were also failures.
Fun read! So many of us were auto-nuts almost from infancy it seems. Born in 1950 I had the good fortune to really start paying attention in 1953-55 when the Corvette T-Bird, Forward Look, and interesting car design in general was really coming to the fore, all captured from the back seat standing up in Dad’s ’51 Ford. So I span the era from the semi-boring early ’50s to wild and crazy to cool to Baroque to square, and finally back to modern-boring, and have owned over 200 cars (many bought to flip – guess should have been a used car dealer lol).
I was fascinated by our Towson neighbor’s silver ’60 Fireflite, so I wrote to Chrysler for information, around 1964, and amazingly, 4 years on from it’s production, they sent me an original 1960 DeSoto brochure, which I still have!, and have added many more to the collection since. Though many, including parents, disparaged the interest, cars being only appliances to them, to me it’s been a wild and very satisfying ride, no regrets.