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One early September morning in 1956, my father pilots our brand new Hudson Rambler from its docking bay preparatory to its maiden voyage. Yes, I said Hudson Rambler. The distinctive front end was patterned after that of the Pinin Farina-designed Nash-Healey sports car. View full size.
1962. It seems that parking places in Carmel, California were not designed with 1960 Cadillacs in mind. Lethal-looking enough to be giving my brother, mother and father second thoughts about jaywalking. 35mm Perutz slide. View full size.
1955. A rainbow over the campus of Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, seems to end on a row of classic 50s cars. The two-tone '53 Olds is nice, but I wish it wasn't obscuring the red-roofed Merc behind it. Shot by my brother, then a freshman there, on 35mm Kodachrome. View full size.
August 1963. Here I am at world famous Hollywood & Vine, or in this case, Don't Walk & Vine. Hint: I'm not the one in the green skirt and heels. View full size.
Here in 1954, this
1949 1948 Hudson was to remain our family car for two more years. (Since posting this, I've remembered the true model year.) Inside on the front seat you can barely make out my mother on the left, then me in the middle and Father behind the wheel. We're parked just down from the corner of 5th and B in San Rafael, California, probably about to head up Highway 101 to our summer place at the Russian River. In the background, the service bay of a Union 76 station shows this to be the days when gas stations were called service stations for a reason. My brother shot this on 2-1/4 square Ektachrome. Here I am "driving" it. And here's another shot of it. View full size.