Circa-1952 and 1957 Chevrolet, Ogdensburg, New York.
What could be more American than this?
Okay, there’s no baseball in sight, nor is the Stars n’ Stripes waving proudly in the breeze, but this pair of 1950s Chevrolets hold the U.S. end up nonetheless.
And that garage – oh, baby, that garage.
The 2-door ’57 is clearly the owner’s pride and joy. Black paint deep enough to take a swim in, cataract-forming chrome, not to mention the aftermarket wheels and white-letter rubber.
With this level of flash, I don’t think anyone’s going to ask its frumpier older sister to the dance. Still, the ’52 looks like it hasn’t been ignored completely, though I have to wonder about that fading attempt to paint on a sportier roofline.