I'm walking down the 18th green of Pebble Beach and see this little guy. No, not the adorable rascal in the black suit on the left, but this 1911 Hotchkiss limo, the mechanical manifestation of my godmother shrieking at me just as a large glass bowl of jellybeans crashes to the floor.

All cars have faces, and the Hotchkiss – with its top-mounted headlamps – was so strikingly anthropomorphic that it stopped me dead in my tracks. It might be the most face-like front end in the world. But I could be wrong. Prove it below.


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