I have been in the weeds so to speak with my posts here on RJsCorner so I thought I would put out a car post today. I want to move from the weeds of politics to the green pastures of vintage cars.
I know this post title is going to get a lot of attention from my more macho car guy friends. I suspect that they are saying “yeah if I drove around in a pink Cadillac!!” But what I am really talking about is how many car guys fall for the latest trends even if they are totally impractical. They are like women who insist on plucking down the big bucks on a pair of seven inch high heels. These women know that there is nothing healthy or practical about those shoes but since they are told that anyone who is attuned to fashion “must” wear them. Yeah, car guys are like women in that regard.
Now, let’s get down in the dirty on this post. The car guy who insists that they have to have a car “down in the weeds” is not my kind of car guy. Down in the weeds means the car sits about an inch off the ground, has enormously large tires and absurdly monster engine. None of these things makes a car more beautiful or practical.
Doing this stuff is kind of like putting a 300 hp engine on a skateboard as far as I am concerned. I am a car guy in that I do love the styling of many of the cars I grew up with in the 1960s. When Lynn Eikenberry who I admired from afar in my college years came back to campus with a 1967 Chevy Chevelle I fell in love with both her and her car. But of course, she never knew that. Yeah, I love the looks of some of the cars of my youth but I fully realize that compared to those today those cars were rolling deathtraps. My idea of a perfect vintage car is one that has a body from the 1960s and a chassis from today.
If I had my choice I would put an electric engine in a 1957 Chevy pickup. I know that is the opposite of what goes on today but since my view of the world is often quite different than others, that fact doesn’t bother me at all 🙂 Paying thousands of bucks to put a car in the weeds just doesn’t make any sense to me at all.