I am going to do two posts on this, just so those who appreciate automotive art can savor it.
Besides, I am going away for the weekend, and need to stretch my material a bit ;-)
When my eyes settled down, and the overwhelming wave of loss and loneliness brought on by seeing so much automotive carnage had receded, I began to narrow my vision to "ultra-tunnel", and could have spent days stumbling around Jack's Ranch, slamming images onto my memory card.
Jack's is an archive of automotive history. The great and the worst, some looking relatively youngish, most severely weathered, but all laying equally motionless, never to turn a wheel again.
Each of these badges was the product of very serious work by talented people who were trying to convey through a piece of chrome-plated pot metal the feeling, the emotion, that one would have if she were handling the wheel and the shifter, foot on the gas pedal. Trying to convince her that this car - this model - was unique. Even though it was produced on an assembly line, preceded and followed by thousands of cars different only in paint and trim.
None of the cars represented by these badges was a "classic". They were just cars.
But these badges were part of the package that convinced their owners that this car was special and they had to have it. And to them, it was.
all images and words copyright 2009 Jeff Blackwell