When I was a kid, I wanted a Mercedes. An old one. As I got older, I realized that while I might be able to find one cheap, maintaining a vintage car would be expensive. The car above was of the era of the curved Mercedes grill. The grill that made me want a that car. Forget everything else. The grill spoke to elegance and refinement that I wanted all those years ago. American cars, even nicer ones didn’t have the beauty of that grill.
Don’t get me wrong. In the early 1980s, my dad bought a 1972 Buick LeSabre that had 19,000 miles on it. That car was a giant two door monster that got around 8 mpg. But I loved her right up until her engine seized in 1990. Loved. I still get wistful thinking about that impractical boat of a car.
There’s something about an old car.