Aha!
The solution to yesterday's Union Jack poser becomes a little clearer.
Which is more than can be said for the instrument panel.
Sat-nav? iPod dock? Climate control?
Bollocks!
Climate control comes courtesy of the weather.
Yes, it's a glorious Bentley beast from 1930.
These monsters ruled the Jazz Age, roaring around the banked curves of Brooklands.
It may or may not have been a Golden Age, but at least the cars, the clothes, the architecture, the music; they all had style … something the modern world can never be accused of.
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Tim (jazz player)is looking forward to all the cars, he will love to these jazz age one!
Of course it'd be on a car! That Bentley looks like a magnificent set of wheels.
I agree with you about the wonderful style of all those things during the 1930s. Designs in the modern world are too often plain and boring.
I saw the answer before I saw yesterday's question, sugar! What a lovely sight, all those gorgeous cars just waiting for me to get behind the wheel... *sigh*
Another time, another place.
xoxoxox
No matter how beautifully crafted its components, that car looks like a heavy, stiff beast that would be difficult to drive. I bet it's dials would have been beastly to try to read, too, as the car shook and vibrated over the terrain.
It reminds me of stories I read about heavy Indy cars that transmitted the shock of collision through their sturdy frames into the squishy bodies of their drivers, possibly killing or injuring them worse than if the car had fallen apart.
Yes, it probably would be tough to drive, but at least it stands out. I can't tell the difference between cars today. My neighbors must think I'm rude. I never wave at them when they're in their cars. I have no idea who drives what, all the cars look exactly the same to me.
I agree, Petrea. Street cars bore me to tears. Your comment made me remember that I recently gave a description to the police for a car. I knew metallic dark blue, license plate xxx, about 10 years old, not tatted out, but don't know the maker. Sorry, just a regular "soccer mom mini-van." Which was exactly why the bad guy had picked it - el blando.
Mum, it goes well with a jazz soundtrack.
Ms.M. you are so right. It's about time we decided to bring back style.
One day, Savannah …
xoxoxox
Speedway, it's a monster to drive. "Drive" however, is an approximate term; when you see the driver sawing desperately at the steering wheel which has no apparent effect on which way the car is pointing it can be quite entertaining. Those skinny wheels wobble all over the place when the cars drift around the high speed bends.
Of course, back in the day the drivers would wear such safety gear as a short-sleeved shirt and a flat cloth cap.
Petrea, seeing the Brooklands era cars thundering around the track is a sight to inspire awe. All hand-built and driven by madmen; what a grand sight they are.
Speedway, the last production car with any style was probably the Mustang. Since the sixties, car design has become corporate and bland to a quite sickening degree.
He probably didn't have much choice, Speedway.
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