I pull up to the light in the left turn lane and ogle the cars facing me waiting for their light. One stands out, clearly a ’50’s something-or-other that has some presence, maybe just difference, what exactly it is, I don’t know, they look as similar to me as modern CUVs do to some of you guys. I, using my finely honed CC reflex action, raise my phone and try to zoom in a bit, figuring that when the light changes the old girl will take a little time to adjust her skirts and carefully start to shuffle forward while gingerly attempting the turn giving me plenty of time to peel off six or seven nice shots. I’m even thinking maybe some video… But no! That’s not what happens at all! What the…!
The dame just rockets out of the blocks and takes off like the starter’s flag dropped at the autocross. Heeling over sharply and rocked back on her haunches the thing moves so unexpectedly quickly that my first picture is completely out of focus and unusable, the second shot now has to stand in as my main one, and the one just above has her already nosing out of frame. That, gentlemen and perhaps a lady or two, was the 1954 Chrysler New Yorker DeLuxe with 235hp FirePower V8. Or at least I think it was, so fleeting is the memory that the somewhat imperfect pictures have to stand in.