This past holiday season my long-time pal Alex came from Georgia to visit us in our snow-covered corner of Pennsylvania. And what was there to do between our drinking
rampages klatches other than going to all sorts of local museums and pretending to be cultural devotees and connoisseurs of the beautiful? On one of those cultural campaigns we happened to be visiting the Antique Auto Museum of America in Hershey.
It was my second time at the museum, so I wanted to pay more attention to the facts on the exhibit plates; but I think I still managed to take some decent shots. You be the judge.
Most exhibits in the museum’s collection have been preserved so well that only an unusual (by today’s standards) appearance of cars and motorcycles can allude to the fact that all of them are actually rarities, and quite old ones. Of course, there are also items made of less durable materials, but then attractiveness does not necessarily fade with age.
As best-looking things are usually hand-made or at least involve significant human labor, it comes as no surprise that the vehicles from the dawn of the automotive age are so good-looking. Besides, there was not too much concern about fuel efficiency and aerodynamics back in the day. People just drew their designs on paper and built:
__“Dad, I want a motorcycle.”
__“Alright, son, just give me a few hours.”
Visually, old automobiles rarely had weak points, be it the hood ornaments,
The museum also features a collection of old buses, which are perhaps even more extinct than antique cars, now that most families can afford personal combustion engine transportation; and other, more cost effective forms of mass transit have emerged.
I can only fancy the spirit of freedom and adventure when flocks of baby-boomers on either coast of the country would take a bus ride down the shore to, say, have fun on the beaches of Florida, or experience the wild life in Arizona.