
The U.S. Postal Service is issuing five stamps depicting classic cars from the 1950s. They are paintings, portraying actual collectors’ cars. They all look great, tho I supposed I’m biased, having grown up in that decade going to every single Chicago Auto Show and returning home with bags full of brochures. Then pouring over them at home, fascinated by the multitude of models, options and color choices. In about September or October, my friends and I would ride our bikes around back of the local car dealers in hopes of getting our first glimpses of the new models.
I had my favorites (the ’57 Ford Fairlane 500 was one of many), but I loved them all, including not-so-pretty ones like a lot of the ’58s for instance. But they all had their many, many charms and distinct personalities— a lot more personality than most of the look-alikes on the road today. (I still can hardly tell an Accord and Sonata apart.)
I’m especially smitten with this 1957 Pontiac Safari. Being a two-door, it’s not really a family car. Yet it’s a station wagon. I can imagine a young couple with a toddler or two in the back seat (no one wearing seat belts). On their way to Wisconsin, or points west.
I like the superfluous details. Like the ribs on the roof, matched by those on the tail gate. Not really practical, but they suggest that things be carried or strapped, or set on top. The gate’s hinges are exposed, which you wouldn’t see now, but it adds to the functional look. As does the handle. Nothing hidden, just a big, bright, chrome, hand-fitting handle, with the visible key slot. Speaking of chrome, there’s lots of it. But not too much. Just the right amount, in my opinion. (And of course, sure to start showing rust spots by about 1960.)
There’s also that beautiful, blue exterior color, which really shows off the chrome. But, last but not least, is the nice touch of the sliding window in the back. Through that portal, I can imagine the kids in back grasping for the Tastee-Freeze treats their dad would hand to them. If they’d be quiet.