There is no doubt about it. I like to travel. Although I’ve been abroad, I still like domestic traveling the best. I like to hop in my car and take off. It might be an hour’s drive to Harrisburg. It might be a half hour drive to Pottsville. It might be a 6000 mile trip across the country and back.
To me it just feels good to get in the car and get out for a bit. This makes me think of how vehicles have change over the years. I thought I might share with you some vintage means of traveling.
I was a kid of 3 in 1954. My parents had serviceable family cars. We never had a convertible. Somehow I can’t imagine my dad driving a Buick Skylark convertible like this one.
Some of our family’s friends owned a Pontiac. I don’t remember if any had a ’56 Pontiac like this one.
My dad’s car of choice was a Ford. We had a yellow Galaxy 500 which I referred to as a canary. I know we never had a T-Bird.
A Rolls Royce? At our house? You’ve got to be kidding. Maybe if we had a chauffeur. Nah. Dad was our driver.
Lincoln’s were well our of our family’s price range so you would never see a Mercury Comet sitting in our driveway.
I realize that some people would rather hop on a bus for traveling distances. Maybe a Greyhound like this one although this particular one is a bit before my time.
Finally, let;s not forget about air travel. Maybe if you are a friend of Jimmy Buffet’s he might lend you his plane for that cross country trip or a trip to Margarittaville. I’ll drink to that.