Anode this thread would show up, and it’s a joule.

Honorable mention to Tucker, but Studebaker had some good ideas still in use today.
Dad drove a black ‘53 for years. Mom learned to drive in a gorgeous ‘56 two tone black and white Silver Hawk.

Driving in Cincinnati is fine if you’re missing most body panels. Where you’ll have a problem is when you’re missing a front licence plate bracket.

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday, here in status symbol land.

I bought one of those flexible pole thingies that goes under the passenger’s seat track bolt. I also hate dash or windshield suction mounts.

We enjoy the colourful comments.

Ministry. Now we’re talking.

Pontiac is back!

Give an Impala a nose job and a butt tuck, and put a Cadillac prefix on it. Voila! Esc-ala.

Eh. It looks like what a customizer might do to an Impala.

Unfortunately for you, most law enforcement favors the zipper. Road closures are designed to use as much pavement as possible. Merging too soon creates backups too soon. Good luck finding any law officer to agree with your point of view.

We’ve got it backwards. Most will change out of the closing lane as soon as possible, cussing anyone who didn’t think ahead like us, when highway designers clearly need as much traffic as possible filling those lanes all the way until one ends.
Driving through Chattanooga one year I saw a huge flashing sign saying…

Petty.

It’s the faux retro thing.

That comment is still true without the last two words.

The Crosley name is all over Cincinnati. Used to be the name of the Reds’ home field until 1970.

Man, I can’t figure Chrysler out. They just seem to be the car you settle for rather than seek, y’know?

I remember getting this in miniature in a box of cereal when I was 10.
I’ve been rapt with this gorgeous body ever since.
And Thank you, Neko Case, for featuring it on an album cover.

1991 Camry bought used. Dude traded it in at the dealer I worked at with brand new Michelins on it. I owned it before the dealer principal showed up that day. 5-speed manual, 4-cylinder 2 liter. I loved that car. I might be still be driving that thing if a tree hadn’t fallen on it and flattened it.

I worked at a Chevy dealer on the edge of the sticks. They sold the heck out of 4WDs and pickups. It was amazing when you got ‘em up on the lift how many clearly had never been off pavement ever.