Paleo Retiree writes:

There’s much to enjoy about life in California. For one thing, in much of the state there are no mosquitos. Another big one, as far as I’m concerned: the presence of loads of old cars and trucks. Machines last longer in good weather than in bad, it seems. Plus Californians are much more open to enjoying popular and mass-manufactured artifacts as artworks and collectibles than people in much of the rest of the country are.

Anyway: God I love a lot of these things. Modern cars are marvels of efficiency and comfort, but can they really compare in terms of raw personality and uninhibited flair to many of the vehicles of the past? There are few cultureworks that give my mood a more dependable boost than a luscious and flamboyant old vehicle.