Some of these babies are called "lead sleds". They're usually from the 1940s and have been heavily customized so that the '40s features are taken to an extreme. I love these, or anything sleek, classy, timeless, two-toned, chrome-bedecked, gleaming. I like cars that seem to have faces (all of them), or ferocious bared teeth. I like bulbousness. I find old cars voluptuous and even sexy. I have a "thing" for them, even though I don't drive. There's some sort of fetishy thing, there's a name for it - a woman married the Eiffel Tower, that sort of thing. I don't have that, but I have a small trace of it. Maybe more than a trace. Could I marry such a car? I could slide down its bulbousness. They call forth this feeling in me that I don't remember having before the last couple of years. Something must have happened to my brain.
