I exhibited my 1948 Packard Custom Eight at an auto show today. There were two older cars than mine at this show - a mid-1920s Model T and a late 1930s LaSalle. All the rest were from the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s; with 1960s muscle cars being the most popular variety in the show. What really interested me was the way women of different ages interacted with the cars on display.
Virtually all of the over 50 crowd of women gravitated to the 1960s and 1970s cars. I would imagine many of those ladies gave it up regularly in cars like that. Not many women were very interested in the 1950s cars with all those over-the-top fins and ornaments. Young women seemed to be attracted to the three oldest cars in the show, especially the LaSalle and my Packard.
I was delighted to show off my beauty to these young hotties, to let them sit in it and enjoy the roominess and the plush seating and fabric. Talk about a chick magnet!
Apart from not winning 'Best In Show' with my Packard restoration the biggest downer of the day was the fact that ALL those young hotties attracted to my car insisted on calling me 'Sir' or 'Mister'.
Sheesh!.......pissed me off severely.
I can remember when our family owned a 1953 Chrysler (purchased new) and a '48 or '49 DeSoto (used). That DeSoto looked very cool with its exterior windshield visor. Of course, back then there was no nostalgia value since they, like me, were both pretty young.
And I know exactly what what you mean about young ladies calling you sir! I am so not ready for that.