A few weeks ago, as I was combing the Mecum auction in Houston for exotics and sports cars, I was stunned when I came across this 1955 Dodge Royal Lancer tri-tone, two-door hardtop: the
exact twin of our family car when I was seven years old. The rush of memories this car catalyzed was actually momentarily dislocating. In the '50s, my Dad bought a new car every year, as did many vets on our street, and I looked forward to "show day" every autumn when Dad and I together would examine all of the new Detroit offerings. Lots of wonderful memories.
While it looks pretty stodgy now, this '55 model was one of Virgil Exner's "radical" designs that probably saved the Chrysler Corporation - which was experiencing one of its periodic implosions - from the dustbin; these designs triggered the chrome and fins era of the automotive aesthetic that dominated the rest of the '50s and very early '60s when functionality was subordinated to visual impact.
In any case, it was a delight to see this old car; it gives me a small chill to think that it is remotely (very remotely) possible that the car pictured here is the actual car we owned in 1955.
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