Knocking out the final few illustrations for my Toyota poster!
It took me a while to track down someone who owned a Crown two-door wagon, and it ended up being none other than Mooneyes USA's savior, @rs31sugi. Want a serious dose of JDM perfection? Go cruise through his IG!
I finally snuck this into my mix. My neighbor has this rad little stepvan and I never knew what it was until today. I typed in "aluminum delivery van" and it didn't take more than a few seconds to learn the history of these indestrictuble rigs. It seems that most of these still exist as they were designed to last for decades and the body will never rust. Neat!
WIth all of the hype over the Tesla's falcon wing doors, I wanted to reflect on the original gullwing door, made popular by Mercedes on their early 1950's race cars. While of the 300SL production line churned out mostly silver and white bodies, a few special order colors survived the test of time. Check out this cyan beauty. Not a color I would have chosen, but it sure is beautiful now!
Every time my little buddy Micah sees this dilapidated Plymouth rotting away in the weeds he tells me that it's his favorite car. I've shined it up a bit, replaced some of the missing trim and such.
It's the future and this car still looks futuristic. There are a handful of these running around Portland, but you can always spot a couple parked along Belmont or Hawthorne, our quirky "Keep Portland Weird" neighborhoods. Some day I'd love to have one of these in my collection, but since I see a lot of these with layers of dust on them I assume that they are impossible to keep running.
It's not hard to believe, but illustrating American cars from the fifties is just plain fun. The chrome, the wings, the styling... what's not to like? The other day I spotted an Edsel parked down the street from my house and I while it wasn't in such great condition, it fueled a fire to get the profile down in "ink". Illustrated here is a 1959 Corsair post sedan, of which only about 3300 were sold in the US. Sure, Work Seeker CXs might not ever get bolted to one of these ugly ducklings, but maybe they should.
The other day I was hanging out at my friend's coffee shop next to an old gas station. This sweet red '57 Chevy with a throaty rumble pulled in to top off the tank. It wasn't a Nomad, like I thought, in fact it wasn't even a Bel Air, but I sure didn't know the difference. It looked too damn good to let it get away without some photos and a feature here.