Today’s cars are nearly carbon copies of each other. The designers no longer have any imagination, no inspiration. In order to tell what kind of car you are looking at you have to get within 30 feet of it. They are cheaply built with plastic and aluminum, yet grossly overpriced. Obsolescence is built in and not built to last. The public is “wowed” by the electronics in the dash and overlook things like the drive train, ease of access, cost to repair, and frequency of repairs.
However, classic cars of the 50’s, 60’s, and, to some extent, the 70’s were beautiful, well made, built to last, and had style, personality, and panache. You could tell what kind of car it was from five city blocks away.
One of the classic cars I used to own was a 1955 Buick Roadmaster, and if I ran into a brick wall the wall would fall down with little damage to the car. The bumper was made of cast iron. The body was sheet metal, not aluminum, tin, or fiberglass.
I could pull a car under a shade tree and with plugs, condenser, points, and a timing light I could tune that sucker up so it purred when it cruised the roads. Today, you need ten thousand dollars worth of computer diagnostic equipment just to determine your timing belt has slipped.
Gimme the classics, and while you’re at it—gimme some way to go back in time. Not only were the cars a million times better than the cars today—our country was a million times better, too.
I offer you below photographs of some, just some, of the great American classic cars I remember seeing, riding in, and even owning. How I wish I owned one today.