I’ve said it numerous times: cars older than about 1955 tend to drop off of my radar. It’s not that I don’t understand their historical significance or the styling trends that each manufacturer worked out, or that I’m a new car only kind of freak…far from it. It’s just that these cars were already untouchable when I was a kid. These were either restored, built or were in the death throes before going to the crusher…there were no driver-quality cars like this Ford Victoria left in Colorado in the late 1980s. They were at car shows, surrounded by car show types in folding chairs, under umbrellas and awnings at their most approachable. Which reminds me about how quickly a man in his fifties can snap at a young kid about getting too close to the car. Not a pleasant memory…
Parked on grass with doo-wop and other “car show music” filling the air gives me hives. Seeing a car like this being driven at all is very encouraging and grabs my attention. But seeing a car so beautiful that you almost feel guilty for what it’s about to endure for your entertainment…that’s awesome. This Ford Victoria might be the belle at the ball, but when the long pedal on the right gets buried into the carpet, you’ll learn that she can be one bad bitch in the right circumstances. Crank the volume on this one…that small block Ford mill sings it’s lungs out!
Awesome!
Actually Bob, it was F&%KING awesome! Not THAT is a car.
Sing you big bitch! Fantastic.