CC Capsule: 1960 Facel Vega HK 500 – On Adult Relationships with Siblings

My brother was out and about on the Old Northside of Indianapolis one chilly day a couple years ago when he came upon this 1960 Facel Vega HK 500. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, made a dozen photos of it, and texted them all to me. He’s not a car guy, at all. His first car was a craptacular 1989 Pontiac LeMans, and then it’s been Honda Civics all the way: a 1998, a 2006, and a 2012. Those are all of the cars he’s owned since he graduated college in 1990. I have to give him props, however: all four have been manually shifted.

When we were kids, he was utterly uninterested in my interest in cars. I soon learned to not go there with him, as his eyes would immediately glaze over and he’d change the subject. He couldn’t have been more clear short of taking out billboards around town.

But now in our mid-50s (I’m just 11 months older), every now and then I suddenly receive a giant wad of photos of some unusual old car he’s come across. I’ve written up one other of the cars he’s sent me, this 1966 Renault Caravelle.

We didn’t get along very well as kids. When we both went away for college, we saw each other only at Easter and Christmas until we were well into our 30s. But then my first marriage ended, and he had a bit of a dark night of the soul, and it brought us together. We’ve been close ever since.

These days we both enjoy good bourbon. Most of our relationship plays out at whiskey bars. My brother is a dedicated walker, so a lot of our evenings out start with me parking near his condo Downtown and us walking all over. I always stop to photograph the old cars when I spot them. He’s a lot more patient today than he was when we were kids. There have been a few times out together when I found something really cool, like this 1974 BMW 3.0 CS, and he’s even asked me what I know about the car.

I don’t have anything to say about this Facel Vega beyond “lookit! Isn’t it cherry?” We’ve covered the Facel Vega any number of other times, with the detailed information we’re known for at Curbside Classic, here, here, here, and here; go have a read. I just wanted to write about my brother today, and how good it is that now that we’re becoming old men, that we respect and honor each other.