Wow, does that bring back memories! In my mind's eye, I can still see that junked Hudson Hornet in my friend's yard. At age 15, the Hudson was our only hope for wheels but, alas, with no money, no tools and no skills we were doomed to walk a while longer (bicycles not being considered to be babe magnets).
Sorry for getting off topic but I couldn't resist.
Yes, those were the days. You know, there was a majesty about US cars of that period. We lived in India for a few years, going back to the UK in ī53. Most of the cars out there were American - we had a shiny black ī49 V8 Ford (last of a line, before the rocket nose motif started) - and I remember seeing a lovely Lincoln Capri in red - I swear it was metallic paint, but time could have fooled me again - and years later, when Ford produced the Capri in Britain, a stupid little thing built out of a Ford Cortina to what they considered utilitarian UK tastes and standards, I knew we were doomed. The bit that hurt most, was reading American price lists for US machines and then translating that sum into pounds and realising the crap we were buying for more money still! Yep, we were all getting effed big-time in Blighty!
Why you guys allowed the car industry to go all sloppy shapes and no glamour Iīll never understand. A car is nothing if not an expression of glamour, desire, sex-appeal and, of course, a mover from A to B. Okay, nobody needs eight cylinders and Dodge Ram power, but style, surely, could be maintained?
Still enjoying KLRZFM.com as I write; you must be able to get it on your computer! However, Iīll be happier when the elections are past: to foreign ears it all sounds so, well, provincial! Much like our own elections, in fact.
By the way, to you non- Cajun fans: one politico in Louisiana is disparaging another by saying that the other one is not worthy of the vote because he would back the Sierra Club (!) and has doubts about the right to carry hardware and blow each away in true Sergio Leone style. I thought the folks down there were very environment-conscious, what with all that water just lurking about...
Oh well, past my bedtime - off to dream about Dorothy and the Wizard of O. or maybe just about Dorothy?