Love in the Backseat

While on my beach side retreat, I had a wonderful little moment of serendipity as I strolled down the road with my mum. Parked in the driveway of a most delightful beach front house I'd been eying off for many years, was parked this amazing 1939 Pontiac. Now, I am not a big car fan generally speaking, but I do have some knowledge in this area thanks to a former boyfriend who was a classic car nut. Years of trawling cars shows rubbed off and I came away with a fairly good general knowledge and an ever recurring desire to have one for my very own.

As it happened, the owner of said car was in the front garden giving it a little spif up and after a kindly, "Morning" agreed to let me have a gander and even offered to take a few shots for me. What a gorgeous car! With its bulbous fenders, running boards wide enough to hold a party on and shiny Indian on the bonnet; it was lust at first sight. This is a car into which you could quite comfortably fit a very large ball gown, petticotes et al; as well as the head room for a top hat, beehive or what ever head adornment takes your fancy. Rather than the 'leg room' you find in cars of today, you could almost stand up and turn around to alight from this carriage.

It also makes me just a little sad, as in contrast it highlights many elements of modern design where style and presence have lost out to comfort at all costs, speed and the cheapest product. These days to find a genuine wood grain dash you have to be looking at a Rolls Royce, Bentley or their buddies. To find this kind of backseat party room, you'd have to hire a limousine. And to my mind nothing on the market these days has quite the same mix of Bonnie and Clyde meets Red Carpet style. So it may not be the fastest, the loudest or have the best fuel economy; but the glamour factor of this marvelous car has me quite won over. Perhaps I'd better start penning next years letter to Santa...