It’s easy to know what a beautiful car is—you see something like, say, a Lamborghini Miura, and you just feel that wonderful ache in your chest. Same goes for ugly cars– one glimpse of an Aztek and you can feel your gonads crying out in despair. But what about those cars that, somehow, manage to exist in both camps?
There are not that many cars like this, but they certainly exist: simultaneously lovely and hideous, like some kind of wheeled, aesthetic Schrodinger’s Catmobile. Personally, I’ve always felt that the Diamler SP250 was this kind of car: sometimes I think it’s lovely and appealing, and sometimes I look at it and all I can see is a terrifying robotic angler fish.
It’s terrible. It’s wonderful. It’s lovely. It’s horrid. It’s both.
I know you must have some good, deeply conflicting examples as well: let’s see ‘em.