Parked on the same block as that DS (as well as that 64 Riviera) I found this Slant-six '66 Barracuda and I instantly knew it was a car out for my heart. And how did I know all of this about a plain-jane hipstermobile? One look at that hood and I understood completely: Slant 6! Proclaimed loud and proud, this Plymouth will undoubtedly rumble on to the end of days, brandishing its glass fastback style against the cruel winds of the apocalypse. And what a style it has! A walk along the very edge of the car tells its whole story - it has got shoulders that you don't see on a car anymore, save for on prototype-lookalike exotics, and though I'm not a mad follower of fins, that this car has them to form such a sculptured rear and to be just bolted onto the front fenders speaks to the notion of a car as a piece of design, art that you sit in and drive, architecture that takes you to work. That which precisely defines a car eludes easy comprehension, though this barracuda seems to know its place: a righteous herald of the sturdy and spectacular Slant Six.
Down On The Street Bonus Edition