Remember how hard Ford had to fight to get people to think of the Torino as something other than a “balloonist’s car?” It’s one of the most famous cases of automotive typecasting. In fact, it wasn’t until Starsky and Hutch changed the show’s premise from two balloonists who fought crime to two cops who fought crime as…
Okay, here’s your shut-in car fantasy scenario for the day: You wake up in the driver’s seat of a lovely, mint condition 1962 Sunbeam-Talbot. This is what you see. You hear a rustling behind you to see a wet paper bag on the back seat, twitching and shaking. Your phone buzzes. It’s a text message that just says”NOW.”…
The 1957 Spatz is a charming little rear-engined microcar, but I’m pretty sure that, since it doesn’t have doors, when the top is up you’re pretty much trapped inside. I bet that kinda sucked in the rain.
It’s Friday! Time to start the weekend right by hopping into this Ford Consul, shoving the driver out of the way, and driving, driving, driving, with a fast determined, sweaty intensity, spewing a never-ending stream of gibberish, randomly jerking the wheel to and fro, then throwing back your head and laughing,…
That guy with the box kind of reminds me of Jerry Lewis, so I see this playing out where he struggles to get that very heavy box in the car and ends up with it crushing his chest as he lays prone on the cargo floor, screaming “Niiiiceee laaaaadddddeeeee!” as the tailgate slams down, nearly lopping off his feet.
Back in the late 1960s, when the tuba and sousaphone craze was in full swing, it was almost unthinkable that you would even consider buying a car that couldn’t accommodate your instrument. Small car accessory tuba racks became essentially standard, and large cars were fitted with “tuba tubes” designed to latch tubas…
I know some of you may think you’re casual, carefree drivers, but none of you can hold a candle to Jans Snørdglen, the World’s Most Casual Driver from 1966 to 1978. Experts are still unsure just how he did it, but no one was ever able to record him actually paying attention to the road, and yet he never had a wreck.…
Happy Monday during the period in history that will one day be known as The Great Fuckening! Please enjoy this 1970s-era image of two workers from the country of Monzonotina with their Zuk van dumping shoes into Lake Pínothilan, which would magically re-sole the shoes and expel them on a nearby enchanted shore.
“Hey! Hey! We did it again--we screwed up and missed the town entirely! Look around you--see what I mean? We’re in some kind of stupid field. How do we keep doing this?”
“Hey, so for this pool party where should we park? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Hey, I have a better idea--how about all of us just drive right the hell up to the edge of the pool, in your backyard, and just park right there? You know, drive over your lawn, knock over the barbecue and chairs and shit, and almost drive in the damn…
I snapped this picture of a sweet mural showing Lincoln driving a Lincoln last week in Raleigh. There really should be matching murals of President Ford in a Ford, and maybe Grover Cleveland carrying a Cleveland V8 or Franklin Pierce in a Pierce-Arrow. A whole Presidents in eponymous cars part of town!
Once, in a glorious era before everyone was so obsessed with puffery like “cruelty” and “child endangerment,” the height of luxury was having a car with its very own integrated Trunk Boy.
I’m not sure I really understand the art direction of this Hindustan Ambassador ad. Did they want it to look like a low-budget depiction of Hell? Was there a dinner theater doing a musical adaptation of Dante’s Inferno and they just figured, hey, let’s just shoot it there?
There’s lots of pleasing strangeness about this 1963 Panhard PL 17 brochure picture. The dream of golfing in a featureless void that’s still somehow near traffic, all that deep blue, the flat floor, but I think the weirdest is that centrally-positioned-under-the-steering-column key. I can’t think of another car that…
I felt it was important to show everyone that over this past weekend, about 43 percent of North Carolina’s Nissan Paos were all in one place at one time, which is, of course, monumental.
There’s something about this image of these people by this Borgward Isabella that just feels like the car is part of an exhibit of some kind That guy in blue has some real Big Docent Energy going on. Maybe that was the car that once tried to murder the Prime Minister or invented a better way to grow sorghum, or…
You’ve got to hand it to AMC: they absolutely understood what Americans wanted from their cars back in 1967. They understood that most Americans just wanted a powerful, roomy vehicle they could drive to out-of-the-way, color-matching fields where they could play their cellos in peace, as they made their fellow…
Hey! Welcome to March! It’s all fresh and ready for you to enjoy. Feel free to start it off by enjoying not just this lovely illustration of a Panhjard Dyna, but chuckling at the Dutchy hilarity of the dealer info: VON LOON’S AUTOMOBIELBEDRIJF sounds like someone was fucking around then laughing so hard they began to…
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