No, this post is not about collecting $50 dollar bills today. A brief diversion first: I had a dream that I was on the set of Everybody Loves Raymond. Yes, the show ceased production in 2005. Uh, this was a dream.
My wonderful wife and I sometimes watch a few episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond every now and then. Anyway, part of the plot consisted of Ray Barone (played by Ray Romano) trying to get his three children into a sack so they could be shipped to a holiday destination instead of his having to pay for airfare for them.
The longer the gag went on, the less humorous it seemed to me and to everyone else on the set. At some point, the scene lost all humor as it appeared Barone/Romano was really trying to put the children in a sack with no way for them to escape.
Why would I have such a disturbing dream like this, especially since it’s been days, maybe weeks, after the last time I watched the show? Some similarity exists between the plot point in my dream and one in an hysterical episode of I Love Lucy (“The Passports” Season 5, Episode 11) where Lucy gets stuck in a trunk while trying to see if she could be shipped to Europe for a vacation since her passport is nowhere to be found. I haven’t seen that episode of I Love Lucy in months.
Times like this are when I really miss my friend, the late Richard Segal. He was great at interpreting dreams and sometimes would opine that a dream I had probably didn’t have any meaning at all.
I watched a little of the recently concluded Barrett-Jackson auction from Houston. While, of course, the announcers and Barrett-Jackson head honchos Craig Jackson and Steve Davis praised the crowd and enthusiasm, the auction seemed sparsely attended to me, even on “Super Saturday.” I don’t think the auction had even one vehicle sell for a seven figure hammer price.
The one car that really got my attention was Lot 781.1:
This is a 1956 Continental Mark II. Of course, the graphic also showed the word “Lincoln” but this car was, technically, not a Lincoln as FoMoCo broke Continental out as a separate make at this time.
The car sold, all in, for $66,000. Given that only about 3,000 were made in 1956-57 and they were hand built I can’t imagine getting them serviced is easy. Still, if I were in a different situation this would be a car I would consider acquiring.
Anyway, the Mark II got me thinking about some of my other favorite cars from the 1950s. No, a ’57 Chevrolet Bel Air will not be on this list. Call me a heretic, but the Tri-Five Chevys do little for me and, in my opinion, the ’57 is the least desirable of the bunch. GM designer Chuck Jordan–later Vice President for Design for GM from 1986 to 1992–remarked, “As designers we didn’t like the ’57.”
Not in any order and not including a sentimental favorite like the 1956 Buick Century, here are some photos of what is surely an incomplete and idiosyncratic list of my favorite cars from the 1950’s.:
Holding my nose to show the one below, but it is–to me–one of the 10 or 12 best exterior designs ever.
OK, the one on the bottom is a BMW 507. From the top down (not counting the Mark II) is a 1956 Packard 400, 1957 Cadillac Eldorado Brougham, 1955 Chrysler Ghia ST Special, 1959 Ferrari 250GT Coupe Pininfarina, 1957 Pontiac Bonneville. I figured showing seven cars was enough.
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2 thoughts on “Sunday Fifties”
Nice choices for your 1950s cars. I would have included a 1956 Thunderbird.
Who was the idiot who let the Continental Mark II go for only $66,000? A rare car indeed.
Thanks, Philip. Barrett-Jackson sells virtually all of its lots at no reserve. Besides, those cars do not usually sell for as much as one might think.
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