rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


On my walk this afternoon, I caught a brief glimpse of a Nash Metropolitan. I looked back over my shoulder, and saw it just as it turned a corner onto a side street. It was two-tone yellow and white. One seldom sees these things anymore. I wish I could have gotten a picture of it.

It reminded me that, a couple of weeks ago, in the same location, I saw an aquamarine Chevy Corvette of about the same vintage. (No link to Corvettes- I don't have time to hunt down a decent site.) The 1950s produced some interesting cars. Maybe I'll see a Studebaker again someday. This town has quite a few old folks who have hung on to their old cars.

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