Although I’m not a collector (would be, maybe, if I had the means) I’ve always been interested in beautiful cars. My family actually owned one once. Back in the 60s, my dad had bought a secondhand 1958 Mercedes Benz 220 SE. He didn’t pay an arm and a leg for it -- it wasn’t a classic, it was just a second hand car in a used car lot. But my dad knew better. He knew beauty and quality when he saw it and knew it had far more class than a Ford or Chevy. It was cream colored with a wooden dashboard and red leather interior and looked just like the one in this photo. Maybe that’s when my interest in beautiful cars began, although I’m embarrassed to say, I managed to destroy that car on a cross-country trip.
If there’s a classic car show nearby, I’ll go. When I see an interesting car parked or driving by, if I can, I’ll snap a photo. I didn’t have my camera with me when I recently went to an art fair on the Rambla in Figueres. I’m not much interested in contemporary painting and only went because I had nothing better to do. But I found, besides the art stands, several classic cars, causing me to run home and grab my camera. (The Mercedes photo was taken off the internet. It's for sale!)