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The Love of the Motorcar
My father was born just after the turn of the century, circa 1904, and lived in New Haven. Originally smitten by the railroad in the age of its electrification there, Dad’s love soon turned to horseless carriages, an affection that matured through the development of the motorcar and the driving of them. Dad was forever touring, exploring, in some form of car. I was born just after the end of World War Two and I grew up in the back seat peering out the window as he pointed out places of interest. There was no road or driveway that he wouldn’t explore if it interested him. I built an internal GPS system before there were satellites. I remember most of the cars and most of the journeys we took in them, long and short. He shifted his love of cars and driving to me. My grandchildren are now entering the era of the driverless, autonomous, likely-electic or hybrid vehicle which might also fly.
Just before Dad died in the mid-1980’s, we took a short ride to a gathering in Bennington, a concours d’elegance under the auspices of Hemmings.
Here are the best 20 photos taken then.
Hemmings 1
The Love of the Motorcar
My father was born just after the turn of the century, circa 1904, and lived in New Haven. Originally smitten by the railroad in the age of its electrification there, Dad’s love soon turned to horseless carriages, an affection that matured through the development of the motorcar and the driving of them. Dad was forever touring, exploring, in some form of car. I was born just after the end of World War Two and I grew up in the back seat peering out the window as he pointed out places of interest. There was no road or driveway that he wouldn’t explore if it interested him. I built an internal GPS system before there were satellites. I remember most of the cars and most of the journeys we took in them, long and short. He shifted his love of cars and driving to me. My grandchildren are now entering the era of the driverless, autonomous, likely-electic or hybrid vehicle which might also fly.
Just before Dad died in the mid-1980’s, we took a short ride to a gathering in Bennington, a concours d’elegance under the auspices of Hemmings.
Here are the best 20 photos taken then.