Yeah, they were called Hot Rodders.
Posted on 12/06/2017 7:49:25 PM PST by sparklite2
Unpadded metal surfaces, blunt knobs and rods, steering columns that impale—and seatbelts weren’t even on the options list. We may think highly of the 1955 Chevrolet, but like all cars of the era, it didn’t think much of its passengers; here we use it as a lens through which to view the state of automobile safety of the time. Yes, 62 years later, things have become much safer.
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Yeah, they were called Hot Rodders.
A family member had a ‘36 Ford Fordor. I loved that car.
“Head on Collision Sends 10 School Kids Flying out the Back of a Pickup Truck”
https://youtu.be/65C3LaKPkOY?t=50
Yeah, but that wasn’t nostalgia, it was because 15-30 year old cars were cheap as dirt.
Car and Driver at one time was the best of the automotive magazines when David E. Davis was at the helm.
This piece was written by some bubble wrap soy boy snowflake enchanted by automobiles that look like metalic suppositories that escaped from the latest Pixar Cars film. Take a long head on look at the new cars in the parking lots.
Hell, everything was potentially more dangerous but people strangely enough understood the limitations and vast numbers of drivers drove accordingly on roads that weren’t super highways in all kinds of weather avoiding the the crashes he envisioned.
I thought I was going to read about the sloppy recirculating ball steering, drum brakes, bad tires, excessively soft suspension systems for any travel at speed vaguely resembling a road race. Who remembers all the tire remnants littering roadsides? When was the last time you saw a motorist jacking up his car to change a flat? A neighbor patching an inner tube?
So he produced a click bait short piece tha took, umm, 15 minutes to draft up. At it shows.
Oh yes. Fortunately it didnt rain often in Los Angeles.
Yes and yes.
Yes, bad things happen, and stupid things too.
Sorry you had to discover this so suddenly.
Maybe you should just stay under the cubbers today.
Hare Krishna!
Mom and Dad met at Moscow. As did Dad’s brother and his wife. Mom grew up in Potlach. Her parents eventually retired in Hayden north of CdA. Dad’s brother is the only one left. He’s 97 now and still in Twin; been there since after the war.
Living in ID was for real men and women, no doubt.
FWIW I remember my dad in the early 50s talking about how flimsy our ‘52 Buick was compared to cars of the 20s and 30s. “Those cars had 1/4-inch steel bumpers.”
What people don’t remember are how much better tires are today. Blowouts and the accidents they could cause have become rare now.
“tire remnants littering roadsides”
Totally forgot about that. Today, it’s the very occasional big rig tire that has unwound itself and left the carcass behind.
Not really true. My wife used to drive a ‘55 Chevy as a daily driver, and she ran it into a Tahoe. The ‘55 had substantial damage but the Tahoe didn’t.
The ‘55 Chevy is still one of the coolest cars ever built, though.
Allahu akbar back at ya!
It was a 1956 De Soto. My brother remembers it well. It was purple.
It was a 1956 De Soto. My brother remembers it well. It was purple.
De Soto was a separate make and brand of Chrysler Corporation, it wasn’t a Plymouth. They were manufactured until I believe 1962.
That “throwing out the arm” thing is intuitive for parents.
My momma did it.
Now I do it.
No one taught me. It just happens!
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