The lunacy of automotive collecting has no bounds. My personal journey has taken me from Italian coach-builts to vintage racecars to French Panhard and Deutsch Bonnet and, most recently, hot rods. And all along the way I’ve been collecting literature in psychopathic quantities; if my house caught fire, you could see it from outer space!
I don’t imagine my affliction is unique. We all start out with one interest or another. It’s all very innocent in the beginning. Then comes the neon objects, the service-station-o-bilia, hood ornaments, oil cans, spark plugs, milk trucks, and on and on. Oscar Wilde wrote, “The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it,” and thank the car gods he was right!
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