Frankly, it’s the last car I’d have expected to fall in love with. I struggle to find infatuation with cars of the era; I often jokingly suggest they look like machines from Wacky Races, or like something a Scooby Doo villain might drive. The ’40s and ’50s were a time for flowing lines, big fenders, and cues that are born the growing midcentury designs aesthetics of the time.