Over at Timewaster’s place, he puts up this poignant statement:
I have to tell you that quite frankly, the whole 50s-era obsession with large fins on cars left me cold. Not really being infected with sci-fi/space obsession (which was what drove the styling motif of the era), I thought that the large finned American cars of the time were gaudy, ostentatious monstrosities.
However, of late, I’m starting to revise my opinion. Loyal Readers will recall how I often gripe about the wind-tunnel-driven shape of modern cars which renders modern cars pretty much indistinguishable from one another. So much do I detest this homogeneity that I find myself drifting towards a scenario whereby if someone were to offer me a choice between, say, an old Chevy Bel-Air:
…or a modern Chevy Malibu:
…I would most likely go for the ’57 Bel-Air despite all the modern comforts afforded by the 2018 Mali-Boo-Boo. The first has character, the second looks like a Toyota Camry.
Am I alone in this?