"A recent run-in with a loss adjuster put me in mind of that greatest of all claims investigators, Thomas Banacek, and his eclectic motor collection. With the ten percent skim from the cash he saved the insurance moguls this cool "
“Old Cars Rock, Dude!”
There are millions of cool old cars on the road in San Francisco. It’s the first thing you notice on the drive in from the airport. I had what my friend called “the cool car twitch” about me as I struggled to catch a look at that crisp ’72 Merc sports, that incredible ’63 Impala in the slow lane.
Perhaps it might be a little surprising in a country where consumption is king, but Americans love to nurture, nurse and ride old motors. The all-encompassing credit crisis (that everyone mentions here every other sentence) is sure to encourage the cult of the old beater.
This fine fellow (Thomas was his name) is a perfect example of an American neoclassicist. Rocking a beautiful little 2002 as well as a mountainbike, not to mention well the hat, beard and specs, you don’t get much more San Francisco than that (well if the bike was a fixey, then it would be bang on-message).
“America was built around the car, man…” Thomas told me, as he sped away from the kerb, “…and old cars rock, dude”.
I couldn’t have put it better myself.
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