Shiny Things That Move # 17
1951 Hudson Hornet
It shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Original plates, souvenir decals from forgotten vacations placed under glass by long-dead owners or now geriatric children. If I could feel like a machine, this would be the one, my friend. Step down, step down, that’s what one must always remember about the Hudson, the car that radically sank the body below the frame, ending the good old days where we traveled in perilous style far above, leading to spectacularly common Laurel and Hardy style rollovers. If the roll wouldn’t get you, the sheet glass certainly would. This stubborn survivor was found sitting in the rain outside a bar. Not a bar you would recognize in 1951- some dive where some form of human interaction was essential, but a 21st century bar, a monstrosity where social interaction has been replaced by fifty televisions, jukeboxes, and video games.