Do cars have spiritual successors?

Are cars alive? Do they have spiritually successors? When I was growing up I made a habit of gravitating toward the obscure. Well, more like I would gravitate toward things that my Dad and one brother didn’t like. It worked so well I ended up with a lifelong love of all things oddity, a concussion, and an eight-hour shift at a pretzel stand.

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Confused? Allow me to elaborate. It was the mid 90’s and as I’ve talked about before jelly bean was all the rage in the automotive design world. My Dad was a Pontiac guy so by law my brothers and I were as well. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved my 89 Grand Am and my 95 Bonneville but when something funky rolled out I was all about it. Enter the first-generation Hyundai Tiburon.

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Source: BodyKits.com

I still recall the commercials… “Tiburon, it’s something in another language for shark.”

Our local mall would host a rather large gala of local car dealerships, nestled in the heart of rural central PA, that would show off new cars they had in stock. This was my chance, I would get to sit in this funky little coupe and tout its awesome to all that would lend an ear. Being a Bonneville family I was unfamiliar with the concept of small cars. The last compact my family owned was my oldest brothers’ 78 VW Rabbit when I was 5 and I loved it. Why wouldn’t I love this?

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Because it gave me a fucking concussion.

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As I swung open the door that clearly resembled melted plastic I was eager to board. The roofline, however, had other ideas. I smacked my head right along mid ear hard into the roof. Why was I in such a hurry? Who knows. Being central PA there no one else but myself wanted to sit in this car, but still I was committed.

The concussion stayed with me till the closing of my shift at Bavarian, that’s the other pretzel stand. No amount of Advil granted reprieve and the American public granted no reprieve to the malformed Tiburon. A car that my father once claimed “looks like a tapered turd.” Yes, he was right but I still respected its funkiness even if it did give me a traumatic brain injury.

That isn’t what this post is about. I started by talking about spiritually successors. When I saw the first-gen Tiburon it seemed so familiar and alien at the same time. It didn’t hit me until today while browsing the Book of Faces. I follow a page called “Obscure Cars for Sale” and a great many followers of said page would kill me for this assessment. But the Hyundai Tiburon… it’s the spiritual successor to the AMC Javelin.

Honestly, besides the story there isn’t much to this article… but just look at the pictures and tell me I’m wrong. They are both ungainly and unnecessarily curvy in all the wrong places.

Hideously glorious. Two cars that represent both the height and rock bottom of design style in their age.

When Automotive Obscurity Goes Mainstream

I spent the better part of high school, college and my initial years in the military regarded as a nerd. And that’s just fine… it’s who I am. Honestly my love of cars was probably the only thing that kept me one foot out of full-fledged nerdom. My vast collection of old game systems, knowledge of video game history and ability to quote almost any movie kept my other foot in. And I loved it.

One thing I follow other than cars is movie news. That’s where this article comes in… the movie Cars. While browsing IGN.com I came across an article talking about the level of darkness attributed to Cars 3 its subsequent trailers. About half way down the page, however, I cam across this gem… concept art.

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Source: IGN.com

Now apart from the typical 40’s Ford coupe and 50’s Dodge pickup what do you think the car on the far left is? Some would argue it is a Packard and judging by the paint scheme they’re probably right. But the cars universe obeys no laws and it may just be a Tucker 48. Now We’ve seen this car in movies before, specifically a little film by Franky Ford Coppola called Tucker: The Man and His Dream.

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Source: Amazon.com

I’m not going to go into the history of Tucker but you should look it up. Suffice to say the Tucker ’48 had only 51 examples produced but its heart (engine) was in the right place. The back.

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Source: Wikipedia

Part of me wishes Hollywood loved obscure cars more, but would that be a double-edged sword? The wonderment of an obscure auto is that not many people know of it and when you discover it the joy is just tremendous. Jason Torchinsky, of Jalopnik fame and my personal hero, has pretty much made a living uncovering obscure cars and writing about them. More importantly he and his cult of followers have uncovered some of the most random and rare VW anomalies of the aircooled era.

I’m pleased that Hollywood embraces the Tucker time and again. I’m more pleased that obscure car culture hasn’t ballooned like the nerd revolution in the wake of The Big Bang Theories’ success. I like operating in the world of kitsch. Society stole my nerdom and that’s alright. I do have to try harder to convince people I knew about E.T. on the Atari and its second life in a landfill long before the pop culture documentary. But it does make cool t-shirts easier to find.

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Source: BringATrailer.com

Lord help them if they take my obscure autos.

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Source: Wikipedia

The Perfect Formula… and its Failure

When does the perfect formula fail to perform? In automotive history, I’d reckon its happened more than once. One of my favorite cars, all time, that isn’t a Volkswagen just so happens to be one of these. An almost near perfect fusion of American muscle and European style, a fuel-efficient engine with enough power for the road and the track, and finally the engine in the right place.

It was named Car and Driver’s Car of the Year and once heralded as the “American Porsche.” It also served as a scapegoat for a greedy lawyer to gain political stardom. Remember kids there are only two professions that always tell lies to gain appeal… lawyers and politicians… and this dude was both.

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Source: CurbSideClassic.com

If you are a true gearhead you know what car I’m talking about. If not, it’s the Chevrolet Corvair.

Now here’s the deal. A good number, and I do mean a good number, of people hate the Corvair. This is due, mostly, thanks to the aforementioned lawyer, Ralph Nader. Is it true the Corvair had a quirky rearend that would spin out easier than the typical American front engine, rear drive car? Yes. Just like a classic Beetle, or any rear-engined Porsche a vehicle with the motor in the back has different handling characteristics. Why did they flip… because idiot mechanics and consumers overinflated the front tires, to the then standard 26 psi, instead of following the manufactures suggestion of 15 psi.

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Source: Automobilemag.com

GM planned on axing the Corviar after 1967 and the claim that Nader put it out to pasture is false. If anything, he gave use three more years of this beauty. And I do mean beauty. The second generation, with its update exterior and rear suspension, was a downright stunner. If the 1960 Corvair was the near perfect fusion of American muscle and European style, the 1965 Corvair was perfect. It championed the now classic “Coke bottle” shape and brought the amped up turbo charger to the masses.

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So why did such a perfect fusion fail? It was way radical for the average American consumer. While they were receptive to oddities like the Beetle and the Porsche, they came from another land. Chevrolet’s gamble was admirable. Over 1,835,000 were sold… 26,700 in the first two days it was available. It all came to an abrupt end when used as a springboard for a “consumer advocate.”

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Source: autolife.umd.umich.edu *Note how he put his picture on the cover*

But Nader didn’t just blight the Corvair. He robbed the American public of automotive innovation. His actions put an end to outside the box thinking in Detroit for almost three decades. Thanks Ralph. I’ll take my automotive advice from people who actually know about cars and how to drive, not a lawyer looking for a “cause.”

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Source: Time.com

Ironically the Corvair was featured on the cover of Time magazine in 1959 which claimed “its fresh engineering is hailed as the forerunner of a new age of innovation in Detroit.” Why is this ironic? In 2007 the crack team of editors for Time online wrote an article on the “50 Worst Cars of All Time” that included the Corvair.

Here’s a tip Time “so-called” magazine. In 1972 Texas A&M did an independent study that found that the Corvair “possessed no greater potential for loss of control than its contemporary competitors in extreme situations.”

 

 

 

We Need to Talk About Automotive Advertisements

In the past I’ve expressed my derision for the Liberty Mutual vehicle insurance advertisements. These “real people” telling stories of how they wrecked their car being imbecilic and somehow it is the insurance company that is “stupid” or “dumb” because they, as a consumer, fail to understand how things with cars work. Things like: everything, insurance and depreciation.

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But Liberty Mutual isn’t the only company that’s at fault. Meaning they aren’t the only company that either thinks or has realized the average consumer has the smarts akin to Miley Cyrus’ inner monologue on decency. Although that isn’t what this article is about entirely, I want to talk about automotive advertising as a whole. Let’s Don Draper this shit.

Don Draper is actually relevant to vehicle advertising. Even though fictions, Mad Men, is based on actual historical advertising culture. One episode in particular featured a substantial conversation about Volkswagen’s early ad campaign that has since become the benchmark of not only automotive advertising but advertising in general. It was informative, quirky and got you talking.

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It seems most advertising, in reference to vehicles these days, can be broken down into one of five categories: pandering, appealing, informative, benign or quirky. Note the oxford comma. Naturally I find pandering to be the most offensive but there are times when the appeal approach get at my gag reflex.

Pandering. Hats off to you Chevrolet. I typically stick to Netflix or Amazon Video but since we recently “cut the cord” and I can no longer get my Curse of Oak Island on cable I’ve picked up some Hulu as well. And Hulu, my friends, well it has commercials. If I have to sit through one more “real people” façade from Chevrolet where a group of automotive automatons are introduced to vehicles via unnecessary opening doors, raising floors or spinning platforms that would make Houdini loose his lunch, I’m going to… well… be even more angry. I will find those people, and I will educate them with countless hours of Top Gear and Wheeler Dealer re-runs and I will kill them.

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It’s a Chevrolet and if you mistake if for an Audi that’s your fault. The only reason you, or anyone else, would mistake that Malibu for an Audi is because Chevrolet copied design elements. This practice is not new, Hyundai did it for years with both their main brand as well as Kia. Surely if it looks like a premium automobile it is. Admiral Akbar would say “It’s a trap” and I would agree. Now I’m not saying that Hyundai and Kia don’t have their merits because they do. The Soul is fabulous and the less overstyled designs coming from Hyundai today are actually quite flattering. And, my god, that warranty is enough to make any premium German automaker wince in terror.

But listen, Chevrolet, all those years Hyundai spent copying other brands and building a repertoire, you spent making substandard products that looked like shit, handled like shit and populated the local Avis lot like bees in a hive. Yes, your cars now are substantially better but as a Volkswagenophile, stop comparing your cars to an Audi. You’d be lucky to have them mistaken for a Ford.

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Oh and who or what is J.D. Power? What’s with the initial quality? This is where the pandering comes full circle. Well the wiki-machine tells us that J.D. Power and his rarely named associates are an “American-based global marketing information services company founded in 1968 by James David Power III. The company conducts surveys of customer satisfaction, product quality, and buyer behavior for industries ranging from cars to marketing and advertising firms.” Alright, so he… or it… or them is pretty much the Rand Corporation for consumers and one of the many things they test is initial quality. Now I looked on the interwebs and have yet to come across an actual award. J.D. Powers’ website does mention their initial quality study and, as outlined in a recent parody commercial, accounts for the first 90 days of a new vehicle. Now, I’m a sucker for quality, but I think I want my vehicle to be good for more than just the first 90 days. Yes, the walls keep opening and we see all of the vehicles that had good initial quality… maybe that’s because since the government buyout GM has been revamping all of their vehicles. A ton of new vehicles equals dominance in new quality awards. And they are better, they really are, but don’t rest your advertising laurels on a bullshit 90 day rating. Stop pandering and give us an enjoyable, informative commercial.

Now an appealing ad is one that hits your right in the feelers. That’s pretty straight forward. Or is it? There is good execution (Subaru) and poor execution (Toyota). Subaru has built itself on the loyalty of its consumer base and the “connection” people feel with their Foresters, Outbacks and nigh even their B9 Tribecas. Oh B9 Tribeca how you died before your time. Now I’m not a Subaru guy, I’ve only owned one WRX and I didn’t connect to it like I did my ’74 Beetle, but it did have its own samuri-ish personality.

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My wife’s Prius… well I had a connection with that too. “Comeon you sonofabitch, go! I don’t want to die.” Now, if I’m being candid, I did have an affection for that car. It was quirky and different, but unintentionally, like driving a spaceship missing two of the three engines and I liked that. But damn was it slow and unevenly paced; ironically much like Toyotas advertising. The quality of Toyotas commercials reminds me of something a dealer would put out but with more money behind it. Yes, local dealer commercials can be hilarious-especially when the feature Gary Busey, but when you are a major automaker and every commercial ends with the same bright white screen and late ‘90s animation of a spinning globe with a random pictures of cars it’s just lame. Everything about the situations are generic and the actors are flat and lack depth. Yes, Toyota makes good cars. Yes, some car-aficionados like Toyota. No, not all people who buy Toyota’s think vehicles are just everyday appliances. Yes, no matter what you do to a Camry it is, still in fact, a Camry. Don’t dress it up like something it’s not and stop trying to advertise it with appeal. It just comes off robotic and uninspired. Cash in on the reliability and move one. Everyone else has.

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Informative. Do I really need to go into this? The commercial presents straight information. Each automaker dabbles in this area from time to time. Informative ads are the fallback and as long as that information isn’t “Initial Quality” they should be good.

Benign advertising. Most luxury automakers use this. Pretty much just “artistic” cuts of the vehicle with no substance. They bank on the reputation the marque and simply say, “here is our car” along with some artsy fartsy dialogue meant to invoke emotion. Sorry, but I can’t see past Matthew McConaughey as Wooderson just like Sean Penn will always be Jeff Spicoli no matter how much he Milks it. Get it? He was in a movie called Milk. Never mind.

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Quirky, now this category is my favorite. It is where Volkswagen succeeded so many years ago and sometimes hits with today. In my opinion, and if you’ve read this far you actually care about my opinion, this is the one that sells the most cars. This is the one that establishes soul. This is the one that gets people into the dealership. I won’t belabor the Volkswagen aspect, current day or historically, cause it’s often their niche. No I want to talk about a brand that most of you won’t expect. One that would win, if it existed, the JD Power award for Initial Poor Quality.

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Fiat is important. Why? Because, like Mini (who doesn’t really advertise at all), they represent a niche in the American market that hasn’t existed since the early days of Volkswagen. It’s something different. And we need something different. We’ve been begging for something different. In a landscape of small and large CUVs, Minivans, and pickup trucks there has to be something else. Fiat is now our something else. They know it, you know it, now you must accept it. This is where their advertising is key. Most of it focuses on Italian roots, the quirkiness of their vehicles, humor and sexiness. “Sex sells Gwen, sex sells.” Listen to VanWilder, he is both humorous and wise.

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When you see a Fiat advert (and the occasional humorous VW one) it is a breath of fresh air amongst the stale, flaccid attempts by other marques. Sure their quality is shit right now. Sure the vehicle is peculiar and oddly designed. But it’s Italian, you should’ve known that going in and that’s why you love it. That vehicle has a soul and that is something that starts with advertising. It’s what you should want when you walk into that showroom. Plus, they aren’t doing so hot, so I’m sure you could get an excellent deal on a new one. Just buy that extended warranty and make sure your insurance how rental car coverage.

Live damnit. Live!

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Raging in California 

Remember, when it’s a race to work we all lose.It’s March 20th and I’m driving to work… again. This is a regular event for most people. Sometimes, it’s normal for me too but today, well today is different. I’m taking a count. A count of gravel trucks on this shit highway the state of California calls state route 65.

6am and I’m on the on ramp to 65 North. This is the best part of the drive. A nice long moderate curve that I can coax the Golf .:R into the top of 4th gear. I struggle to merge with traffic that is going faster than I am and refuses to let me in.


If there’s anything I’ve learned while living in California, I’m a native Texan, it’s that Californians will never let you on to a highway. The second thing I’ve learned, Californians will pace alongside you until they try to merge into the side of you. Back to the story at hand.

I finally get on SR65 and I’m going 75mph which means I’m barely keeping up with traffic. This is easily 10mph over the posted speed limit. Oh shit, what’s that closing in on me in my rearview mirror, am I getting pulled over? Nope, just a Toyota Prius going 90 plus mph. He flips me the eco-bird as he passes and subsequently cuts me off.

I hate this drive.

Finally I settle in at 70mph ready to zone out and complete this 36 mile drive. The first part is easy. It’s a two lane highway split with a 40 foot median that makes it relatively stress free. You only have to worry about roadkill and barn owls that are still on their nightly hunt.

Back to the drive. I approach the area where traffic merges from four (combined) to two lanes. I speed up to block out the dude in the Prius (took me at least 15 minutes and countless mph over the speed limit to catch him) go ahead and tail gate me I don’t care.

Anyways, here we go, begin gravel truck count. One, two…….thirteen on a two lane road! Oh look a shotgun blast of 1/2 inch gravel to the windshield, I’m glad my windshield isn’t toast. My mirrors are still attached, though pockmarked. Fuuuu….this road.

I’m almost there. Ten more miles to go. Oh look, a train. At least I’m the first in line at the gate. Then again if any of these rail cars were to derail I’d be done. Squashed beneath some important textile from Oregon. Something certified organic no doubt.

The train is done and the gates lift and there is Mr. Prius again. I passed him and now he’s back with a vengeance. Go, go around me at twenty over the limit. It’s fine with me, work will still be at my destination no matter how early I get there.

I finally arrive at my parking spot of choice, that one spot way the hell out there where any normal driver would avoid. I call this area paradise. Most call it the middle of nowhere. When I come back at lunch there will probably the rattiest piece of rusting Americana parked exactly two centimeters from my door. Whatever, I just wanna get back in and enjoy some traffic free roadway. Someday that will happen, not soon and definitely not today. Today was all about the daily commute.

Welcome to California, where road rules are made up and the speed limits don’t matter.

Rental Car Roundup – 2017 Ford Fusion

When taking work trips I often get rental cars. This car did not come from a work trip but was attached to the tail end of one. I rented it personally to visit family while getting a free ride, through work, to the east coast. Previously I had a 2017 Nissan Sentra, compliments of the company, which you can read about here.

It was rainy and cold as I drove to the airport to swap vehicles. The always incompetent Newport News Enterprise rental desk didn’t have the compact I had reserved. They tried to stick me with a neon mucus 2017 Kia Rio at the same prepaid price for the compact. Puffing out my chest and beating it like Kong, figuratively, I rejected this and instead got a free upgrade. An almost new Shadow Black 2017 Ford Fusion. Anything, even the Rio, would have been better than the certifiably horrid Sentra but I was pleased. I’m not sure what exotic metal named trim the vehicle was, Titanium, Platinum, Adimantium, Unobtanium, etc but I settled in for my six hour drive northward.

The Fusion was well equipped as is typical of how mid-sized rentals go. Leather heated seats and other creature comforts your find standard on Volkswagens. To call this car midsize is an understatement. It reminded me of my 1995 Pontiac Bonneville which was, at the time of production, considered a full size vehicle. This sucker was the definition of a big American sedan, something that is becoming more and more rare on our highways. But that doesn’t mean it acted like a big American sedan. This thing hard enough European flair to work at Chotchkies.

Handling was crisp when needed and the engine had pep, like a chihuahua on steroids. A roided out chihuahua… a chiroiduahua if you will. Rated at 245 horsepower, the turbocharged 2.0 EcoBoost could peel some well-mannered rubber if convinced to do so. The throttle was responsive and the select-a-shift option is always welcome. The paddle shifters on the wheel were an enjoyable oddity but as with most non-supercars they move with the wheel making it more appropriate to use gear lever unless you are drag racing. Something I would never even think about doing in a car that wasn’t mine.

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The interior quality was what I expected from a higher optioned midsize car. It uses Fords current interior design language that I’ve never been super keen on. It’s a mesh of retro-futuristic angles with a copious amount of silver plastic cut at angles that are supposed to look “fast and streamlined” but lean more towards “impaling and stabby.” The dash is high and wraps around giving the interior an almost claustrophobic feel. The center console runs high as well which, resulting in a great amount of storage and utility but adding to that cooped-up put the lotion in the basket feel.

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Source: Motortrend.com

 

Braking and handling were both precise and balanced. It never felt like the car was running away under heavy braking. Through the corners, for a family sedan, this Aston Martin doppleganger was a dream.

Overall I very much enjoyed the Fusion. It looks good. And why wouldn’t it, Ford ripped the design right from Aston Martin. The interior, despite my criticism against the design, was well laid out, of higher quality and quite useful. The handling, ride and responsiveness was dead on for newer generation Fords.

My only real complaint… the only one is the steering wheel.

Yes the steering wheel. Well, not the steering wheel itself but the directional buttons on either side of the center. Like the rest of the interior it’s all very slanty but without adding a ridge at the top your fingers tend to slide off when you apply pressure. I mean, really Ford? Get your shit together!

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Honestly, if you are looking at a Camry or Accord… test drive one of these. They look better and not everyone has one. Unless you want to be one of the sheeple.

What is the most 90’s car?

 

I may date myself a little here but I’ve been thinking about the 1990s. A decade that brought us pizza everything and Crystal Pepsi. Clearly the winner of all decades… ever.

But what car best represents the 1990s? That got me thinking about every decade since the invention of the automated horseless carriage mobile. Is there a car so iconic of a single decade that it justly represents said decade. Note: that car will also be geographically specific, meaning that the representative car in the United States would differ to that of the United Kingdom or Germany. Being that I am an Ammmmmmmercan, that is where I’ll focus.

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In the back of my head everyone in the UK drives Minis.

Yes, this is in fact what occupies my mind. Time spent on really important issues like the state of our nation, my children, pterodactyls and whether or not it is ethical to feed a McNugget to a chicken is wasted. And no. No, you should not feed McNuggets to a chicken… but it’s not for the reason you think.

My amateur historian status of the autocar has its limitations. There is a large blank spot from 1910 to 1950 I know nothing about. I freely admit that and I’m working on it. I really am. What’s your excuse Judgey McJudgerson?

It would be hard to argue that the Ford Model T isn’t the most representative ambassador for the early 1900s. Really it might be the only car that could own two or three decades, 1900-1930. Introduced in 1908 with production that ran through 1927. Easy enough, right?

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I’m Henry Ford. You will drive this and like it.

By the end of the 1930s there were plenty of various makes and models that were hitting the automotive scene and this is where I leave my comfort zone. The 1920s thru 1940s are up for discussion from the peanut gallery. What say you?

The 1950s are pretty easy. The 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, while not my favorite car from the 1950s, is pretty much a centerfold for its respective decade. End of discussion.

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The 1960s are not as easy. Keep in mind this is a decade that gave rise to both the muscle car and the economy car. Talk about a conflicting. The American in me wants to argue that the Pontiac GTO truly brought about an evolution in what we, as a country, expected from the car. Power! But the VW enthusiast in me would say, “Shut the hell up. Just shut your gorram mouth” It’s The Beetle, a vehicle so fundamentally different, so iconic of change and youth in revolt. That has to be it.

Moving into 1970s. I wasn’t alive in the 1970s and my only experience with a vehicle from that decade as a child was one prodigious 1976 Pontiac Grand Prix. Later in life I owned a 1974 Beetle but I at this point Beetles were on their downward spiral. The 1970s was a conflicting time for Americans, they wanted land yachts but gas prices forced them into Japanese econ-o-boxes. But this article isn’t about production and sales numbers. It’s about design. The evocation of a language or trend drawn from the social climate. The 50s had fins. The 60s had Beatles and Beetles. But the 1970s, that was one confusing time.

The eclectic in me wants something unique. The enthusiast wants a Trans-Am or Corvette. Close your eyes, clear your mind and picture a vehicle that IS the 70s. I’ve talked about timeless design before and the Corvette really had that going until the introduction of the C4 in 1984. The Trans-Am, made infamous by Smokey and the Bandit, lasted in its 70s-ish guise until 1982. For me it’s a tossup. In the end, when I close my eyes and think about the 1970s, I see funky. Nothing is more Funky than an AMC Pacer. Is that the correct answer? Perhaps.

The 1980’s… the DeLorean DMC-12. Well maybe a K-car or Caravan. No, no. It’s a DeLorean.

Now, the 1990s, the era that got me thinking about this to begin with. An era of shifting automotive trends. “Style” began to trickle back into the landscape and the hard edges and boxy language of the 1980s gave way to curves once again. Too many curves to be specific. This article, the whole damn thing, started when I passed a 1996 Ford Taurus and thought man that IS the 1990s. The Ford “aero-jellybean” trend at its peak. The point when good curvy went to bad curvy. Nothing is more recognizable as a WTF moment in the 1990s than when someone passed you on the turnpike in what appeared to be a malformed turd painted, nine times out of ten, flat white. More importantly what in the hell was going on with the rear suspension. If you put a 2 liter of soda and a pizza in the trunk it was basically tailpipe to asphalt.

My buddy Pete had one of these and if it rained… at all… his electrics would be out for at least a day or two. Side note: the windshield washer nozzle is the exact size to fit a crawfish on the hood. Mardi Gras!

Soon, and sadly, the 1990s will be thirty years back. I’d argue it’s easier to ID a car indicative of a decade the further you’re removed from it. The 2000s gave rise to many things, although not all great. We got the fall of Creed, the rise of Nickelback and superhero movies. We also got the crossover. A vehicle designed to be the worst at everything it does. All the drawbacks of a car and a truck rolled into one. But the rear seats are higher (thus easier to buckle kids in) and it doesn’t look like a minivan. #SoccerMomMobile. The problem is CUV design is innocuous. They all look alike and none of them look good. But that isn’t what the early double-oughts’ were even about, they were about the future. Ohhhhh. Ahhhh. Thus I give you the second generation Prius.

That brings us to today. What do you think will be the most representative vehicle of the 10s? Maybe the Tesla or Chevrolet Bolt? I personally don’t know. No one does. But I can tell you what it won’t be: The Faraday Future.

Now where the hell is my flying car?

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