Summertime means travel time, and I’m lucky to say I’ve been on the road pretty regularly for the past few weekends. Whether it’s on the lake or in the woods, there’s nothing quite like packing the bags, hitting that ribbon of highway and getting out of town. Travel can be your ticket to another corner of the world, or it can give you a glimpse into something brand new out your back door. I’ve been exploring California a fair amount as of late, and I’ve enjoyed soaking in what it has to offer during this beautiful time of year. Yet as I drive the highways, byways and backroads, my mind sometimes starts to wander.
As I’m sure you can imagine, that thought process usually drifts in an automotive direction. I often wonder my way through a series of “What if?” scenarios. There’s some good (and some not-so-good), but my favorites always end up being, “What if I could take this same trip 50 or 60 years ago? What would I drive? What would I haul?” Rather than answering, I’d point to this picture. It’s a simple shot, complete with two cars, two bikes and a whole lot of desert. It’s intriguing.
The main talking point is the black Model A. It’s a clean ’30-’31 roadster that has been outfitted with ’28-’29 fenders, wide whites, steelies and piecrust slicks. The car retains most of its original brightwork, while the baby Moon caps add an extra touch of flair. Low in the front, high in the rear—it nails the early-’60s look and seems oh-so-familiar. Possibly a HRM feature car?
Then there’s the tow rig. Even though it’s only partially visible, we know its 1955 Chevy Nomad. Lowered? Maybe. Pencil tips? Definitely. Two small-cc motorcycle crammed into the back? Why not!
This snapshot has been collecting digital dust on my desktop for quite some time, and I figured there’s no time like the present to search for answers. Judging by the context clues, I’m thinking it was taken somewhere around Los Angeles in the 1962-’63 timeframe. I don’t know who was behind the lens, nor who owns the vehicles. It’s crisp, clear, professional and—above all—fun.
And so, without, further ado, I’ll ask you this. Do you know the backstory here? Know somebody who might? If so, let’s hear what you’ve got. I’m dying to find out.