I am drawn to older cars, built before all the safety regulations softened all the sharp edges and clean lines. In 1963, cars were heavy. No fiberglass shell for this beauty! And they were so long from the tip of the hood to the point of the fin.
This particular car was sitting on the side of the street in front of a garage sale. It was Friday, around 11 or 12 o'clock, so the sale rush had long since happened, and the driveway filled with odds and ends was deserted except for the lady "minding the store" and a couple of guys, who were obviously just hanging around, maybe her husband and brother, I am not sure. Anyway, they had this caddy sitting on the street next to the driveway with a box on top of it as a garage sale sign. I asked if I could take a few pictures of the car, and, as almost always happens, they readily and graciously agreed. They even opened the doors for me so I could take some interior photos.
This is the kind of car that should be driven on a Saturday night, all cleaned and polished, the windows rolled down, and golden oldies playing loudly on the AM only radio. Don't you just love it?
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