Dudes in biker shorts and a Holmes wrecker. Big day.
Car of the Week
Photo: Gardner Murray
My screaming Craigslist deal turned out to be a piece of rolling New York City history. I had picked up the kind of everyday car that a plainclothes police detective or school teacher or neighborhood priest would have driven through the mean streets and over the years ushered inexorably toward its fate as a battered pile of rusty uselessness. The sort of car you see in all those old Kodachrome snapshots of life in the Big Apple when lapels were fat, glasses turned dark in the sun, and people smoked cigarettes in their fluorescent tube-lit offices. Although most of the others like it are gone, this one had survived, and I was driving it along the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway, blithely unaware of the horde of slow-moving Pruises, battered GMC Envoys, and other modern nonentities jouncing along the potholed lanes beside me. Perhaps one of them would attain this bit of historical glory someday, too.