matthewlitwin
“Their simplistic designs… were elegant works of early automotive art. Raw and functional, that spoke of adventure.”
n my wee youth, I used to sneak into my parents’ room and borrow the toy catalog that was always on top of my dad’s nightstand. Apparently, Sears’ ultrathick Christmas catalog arrived at the mailbox not once a year, but rather a dozen times. After liberating each edition from the cavernous master suite, I would spend the day circling entries from the endless
