I was pretty much like any other kid born lucky enough to sort out his teenage years in the 1950s. We were fascinated with automobiles, and the cars of that age were going through an amazing metamorphosis of re-design that was exciting and fantastic. Designers and engineers were collaborating to re-imagine the bulbous styling and wallowing performance of the ’40s cars and transform them in a rocket-inspired flurry that took us by surprise in year-after-year revelations.
We could hardly wait for each new year’s car designs to be unveiled at the local dealerships. And the dealers themselves did what they could to encourage this frenzy by covering up the new models every autumn as they arrived and keeping them behind whitewashed showroom windows until the official announcement date. We would literally count down the days to the new-model car introductions, and even try to peek through the shop windows of the dealerships beforehand to catch just a glimpse.
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