Editor’s note: Heres another excerpt of Michael Lamm’s auto biography, Cars I’ve Loved and Hated, being serialized over at the Hemmings Blog.
In the early 1950s, what we now call “classic cars” were 20-year-old hulks. Back then, individual “classics” that survived wartime scrap drives found themselves relegated to the back rows of used-car lots.
In that day, classic cars vastly outnumbered collectors, so rolling relics like Duesenbergs, Pierces, Cord L-29s, senior Packards, Stutzes, Marmons, etc., were drugs on the market. Which meant that I’d chosen my teen years perfectly to join that tiny coterie who appreciated the beauty, mechanical excellence, craftsmanship, luxury and history of those large, unloved, often coachbuilt hulks.
I was still driving my hot rod when I happened across THE classic and my second-favorite car of all time, a 1932 Cadillac V-16 sedan. Here’s how I fell into it and hopelessly in love: