March 27, 2000
Of and on, on the list, I have made reference to my experience with cars I have owned. I have heard circulating rumors of disbelief by some, so what? by others. Well, I believe the actual story may interest some, and bore others, but maybe should be told to those who might be interested. This then, is an abbreviated version of My Life with Cars.
In The Beginning:
Just where do you start such a discourse? Well, perhaps we should get to the root of the question: Is Car-mania, a recognized mental condition, Nature or Nurture? Are we born with these unique desires, or is it acquired through the growth environment? This historical review will try to add to the issue with some examples. Maybe early exposure to a car loving family environment would be an indication. Well, in my case I do not think so. Although my family has always had cars, this is California after all, they were not particularly entranced with them. Although my Mother says she was attracted to my Father because of his dashing good looks and his Cadillac V-16 roadster. Needless to say, the depression took care of those possessions, and his cars were very mundane in my early childhood. But, that is not to say that MY cars were mundane. Take a look at the elegant Stutz Bearcat I got to tool around in. Can you recognize the mad gleam in the eye of this upcoming Ralph De Palma?
Forecasting events of the future, here I am at the Hotel Del Coronado, Coronado Island in San Diego, striking up an acquaintance with another visitor. The car is a 48 Merc. convertible we had for the week. I really liked that car.