We did it again–went to the Magnolia Car Show, where Bigfoot took marvelous pictures but kept them hidden away in his camera for weeks while we strolled through Discovery Park and lolled around our back yard, enjoying the all-too-short season of Seattle sun. As the French say, Il faut profiter du soleil quand il y en a, you gotta catch the rays while you can, and nowhere is that more true than here.
Which is a long-winded but true excuse for not publishing these photos sooner, but for the classic car fans who seem to find their way to my blog even though I only wrote one other post on the subject–here they are at last!
I’ll divide the show into several posts so that the photos don’t take too long to load.
The owner of this car spent three years restoring it. It was worth the time to him because it reminds him of the 1955 Fairlaine his mom used to drive.
When he bought it, he found a brochure tucked in the trunk that described the car’s color as “meadow mist green and Colonial white.” He researched the old Ford colors and had the car painted to match them. Notice the slim “meadow mist green” circle inside the tires’ whitewalls. Adding one of the colors of a two-tone car to the tires was common then. Isn’t it an elegant touch? The old cars had so much class.
And here’s one of our favorites: a 1949 Buick Roadmaster just like the one Bigfoot’s own mom used to drive. What a beauty! How come these moms didn’t think ahead and hang onto these treasures for their kids? They had no idea they’d have any value, that elegance and styling would be replaced by aerodynamics and fuel economy. Just like they had no idea that the gorgeously illustrated Donald Duck comic books of the ’30s would become valuable collectors’ items. Yes, Bigfoot’s mom got rid of those too.
Makes you wonder what we casually toss out today that will make the next generation scream. It’s hard to think of anything in this age of disposability and fast-moving technology. Would anyone ever pay money to collect one of those early brick-like cell phones? Ginormous stereo speakers from the ’70s? A boxy old Macintosh computer? I don’t think so.
But those old cars really had something going. It’s like Joni Mitchell said, though, you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone.
If we had to choose a favorite based on looks alone, with no sentimentality entering into the picture, it would be the 1941 Plymouth Special Deluxe below:
Those are the cars that felt the most special to us. But you might have another opinion.
The next posts will feature shots of beautiful old cars from the ’50s, the ’40s, and the ’30s.