I was hoping for a more glamorous car with curves and much more smaller than those big mamas!!!
My first wish was for a small french car: the 4CV Renault.
But I thought these kind of cars were too much collected and quite rustic (only 90km/h top speed).
I was also in love with the Isetta.
But it's a such small car and really expensive for its size!!!
When I saw the ranging prices of these small cars, I tought "Why not a vintage american car for the same price???".
I know very few things in mechanic so I wanted a car in really nice condition. A convertible is really glamorous but not really practical for a girl who always wears hats and wants to keep a perfect hairstyle even when she drives. So I began to look for an american early 50's coupe.
My favorite ones were the Pontiac 1949-1953...
I was in love with the Siver Streak.
I sat behind the wheel of this beauty on sale in Montréal last year, an amazing car in a rare very good original condition. But unfortunaly not in my budget....
I was also interested with '53 and '54 Chevy, two tones with sexy curves and really good looking!
I was following a car thru Ebay for some months before leaving for the USA last year. A '54 Bel Air located near Philadelphia, the car was so beautiful but a little bit too expensive for me. I was hoping to go there to see this car in reality, unfortunatly we were too late to see it on our road to Hershey... I was really sad about that.
But this car and me must have had a fate together... Just arrived in Hershey meeting, it was there on the top of a truck full of 50's cars!!! Its price was more affordable than before but with no cash with me at the end of our vacations so far away from home I could only cry....
But the fate, always fate... After 2 days there, I met by chance a french guy who import cars in Europe, he checked the car with me and he proposed to lend me money... I discussed the price and this beauty was mine driving on US roads towards our motel!
And the fate wanted me to wear on this day the perfect matching dress... most of people called me Lucy (reference to I love Lucy of course!) when they saw me leave with the car.
After one month in a small box on a boat it arrived in France in the harbor of Le Havre... Afterward it slept in our garage with its 2 sisters for a few months waiting for the first sunny spring days.
Do you want a ride with me?
So here is the story of my vintage car; my biggest fashion accessory for sure!!!!
What do you think about it?
Do you dream about a vintage car or own one?