So I’m tooling around on my bicycle in Southern Oregon. The sun is shining and it’s 88 degrees according to my phone, 92 on an actual thermometer — in May! The sudden sight of a classic car makes me lean the bike against a pole and take a closer look.
Here’s a question that nobody’s asking: What was wrong with the shape of cars in the 1930s that they don’t make them like that anymore? For convenience and style, it’s hard to beat this 1936 Chrysler. Or so you would think.