Monday Musings

I have a lot of dreams about being lost, usually in large venues. These dreams can even feature cameos by celebrities. Last night I dreamed that my wonderful wife and I were attending a huge outdoor car event. This event was similar to Corvettes at Carlisle, but even larger and with some cars that were not so….nice.

We brought her C7 Corvette, parked it and then began to walk around. I ran into Jay Leno (this was a dream, remember). I apologized for bringing “only” a stock C7 Corvette and Leno graciously remarked that the C7 Corvette is a great car even in stock trim. After our brief conversation ended I decided to find my wife and her car. Of course, I could find neither, was overwhelmed by the size of the event and actually frightened that I couldn’t find my wife or her car because we had only been separated for a couple of minutes while I talked to Jay Leno.

Any amateur psychologists out there who can interpret this dream? I used to have a friend whom I could call for these purposes, but we haven’t spoken in more than five years and will never speak again as he died in February of 2017. I wish I had $5 for every dream similar to this one because I might be able to build my restomod right now with that money.


From a picture of a 1958 Edsel Pacer. On this day in 1959 Ford Motor Company announced the end of the Edsel, barely two years after its introduction (and just five weeks after the 1960 models had been launched). The word “Edsel” became a synonym for a monumental corporate failure. The estimated loss to Ford from the Edsel program was more than $300 million, which is something like $2 billion in today’s dollars. Only about 118,000 Edsels were produced, which is less than half of the projected break-even number of 250,000.

Some have offered the opinion that Ford’s aim was true, but the target moved. In other words, the Edsel would have been a successful car if it could have been launched when conceived in the mid-1950s, but a nasty recession that began in late 1957 and the beginning of the popularity of the compact car doomed the Edsel. Some people feel the car was over-hyped and that it wasn’t different enough from Ford and Mercury cars to get the car-buying public excited. Some blame the “horse-collar” front grille, which many believe bears too much resemblance to the most intimate part of a woman’s anatomy. (The grille was significantly “muted” for 1959 model year Edsels.) Some claim the early cars suffered from poor quality control. (Maybe C/2, my friend and Ford fan who reads and comments on Disaffected Musings, would like to offer his opinion. We would certainly like to read it.)

On this anniversary of the day that Ford officially threw in the towel on the Edsel, it is yet another reminder that endeavors of human beings are always risky because all human beings are flawed.