Vintage photos of:
Summer 1972, Lake Tahoe. You'd think, after hearing me rhapsodize about my lifelong obsession with cars, that a) I'd have learned to drive before I was 26, and b) my first car would have been something a bit more spectacular than a 1972 Datsun 1200. That's Nissan to you. Well, I had nice pants, anyway. Not bad for a Polaroid, though scuffed as usual. View full size.
Vince's Electric appliance promotion circa 1948. View full size.
1966. The brand-new Rambler on its first road trip, parked outside Virginia City, Nevada. My mother swills Kool-Aid, my father picks his teeth, my brother occupies the back seat, and I click off this Kodachrome slide. View full size.
My father piloting our
1949 1948 Hudson. Looks like he's in the midst of shifting. Dig that cool steering wheel and faux-woodgrain dash. Removing the slide from the mount for scanning revealed the appendages on the backs of the front seats, which I'd forgotten about. In fact, I'm still hazy about what they were; the one on the left looks like it's holding something. My brother's Ektachrome slide. View full size.