Seeing those shots makes me pine for my grandmothers Studebaker Hawk. The silver streak we called it as she would wind it up on the bridges over the bayous of southern Louisiana with all us kids compressed in the back seat. For "safety" she said. LOL.
I hope you like swamp pop rock! I love it, and have the later Rajun' Cajun version at KLEB on most of the time; used to listen to KLRZ FM.com, the original bearer of the name, but it gave up music for sport... no accounting for taste!
Before that, back in the early 50s, it was New Orleans jazz that I loved most. Came Chuck Berry and Fats, and life changed. Great part of the world for music; lucky you.
Studebaker, in India (where I saw the American cars pre '54), had a look that suggested it could go both ways fast: the slopes in front weren't that different to those at the tail. It was a culture shock, after all those years, going back to the UK and seeing what passed for cars; heysoos we were a generally impoverished nation back then! That's the only reason some of our car makers survived: people were desperate to spend the incomes that derived from the massive rebuilding that the end of WW2 encouraged - hence the survival of Austin, Morris et al. until the end inevitably arrived through wider, often foreign choice and suicidal union activity. Maybe the US also ended up experiencing the effects of factory hubris.
One of the wonderful things about today and the Internet is the ability we now have to communicate instantly with people from different cultures, and discover their different takes on life. That's such a great possibility.
Rob
