There’s no question that today’s automobile is a smooth, sophisticated, efficient machine. We talk to the car like a telephone operator when we want to place a call. We follow its directions when we don’t know where we’re going. We shuffle our feet under the bumper and the rear hatch opens.
Yet for all its bells and whistles, it fails to excite our imaginations. And we can hardly bear the thought of keeping the thing more than the 5 years it takes to pay it off.
But we catch a glimpse of a ’55 Studebaker Commander, a ’66 Austin Healey, a ’67 Scout, heck, a ’65 Plymouth Barracuda, and our heads crank around, our blood starts pumping, even our kids start shouting, “Dad!! Did you see that car? Wow!”
There is something captivating about the cars of the past. They were gorgeous. The body lines were luxurious, artful, imaginative. They were made as much to elevate your mind and invigorate your senses as they were to transport your body. They still have that power.
In the ‘80s if you were among those lining Woodward Avenue outside of Detroit during the Dream Cruise each Fall, you’d have seen Model Ts, Oldsmobiles from the ‘30s, maybe even a Hudson or two. But you also would’ve seen plenty of iconic Chryslers, Chevys, and Fords from the ‘50s and ‘60s—only 20 or 30 years old. Can you imagine lining up today to see Chevys and Fords from the ‘80s or ‘90s? No. Ridiculous, right? The cars cruising Woodward each August are still the same beauties that thrilled us back then. Nothing has been able to replace them. And doesn’t seem likely to either.
At Immaculate Motorsports Inc., we find a special pleasure in bringing these works of art back to life. We love old cars. Have since we were kids. When we have a spare moment, we’re either working on them or dreaming about which one to restore next. Every time another honey rolls out of our garage newly resurrected, we feel like we’ve just made the world a better place.
We invite you to follow your passion. Let us help you fulfill your dreams. That ’69 Super Sport Camaro is so much more who you really are than the silly Acura you’re driving right now. So it’s rusted out and missing the rear panel right now. So what. Tomorrow it could be letting the world know your true identity. Finally.