I’ve been seeing a lot of these compact Dodge A100 vans from the 1960s around town and increasingly I’ve been finding myself staring at them as I pass. There’s something just so… beautiful… about the way they sit there. The round headlights and taillights. The way the body hangs over the tires just a bit. The large windshield and steering wheel… mmmmm.
This is weird because I’m not really an old car kinda guy. I appreciate the beauty of the machinery but I usually ultimately prefer the modern convenience and technology, and even the aesthetics, of newer cars. I also am very definitely not a car fixit person. I don’t like to get dirty.
So, just what is it about this icon of the American past? Is it just that I always wanted to be able to ride along in the Mystery Machine with Scooby and the Gang? I just don’t know. For now I’ll just have to be content ogling them as I pass in the street. Maybe someday I’ll have one of my own, though!