Aren’t these two the epitome of 50’s cruising? I say 50’s because that is the decade most often associated with cruising – it could have been the 40s or even the 60s – there’s just no way of knowing.
The car itself is from the 40s. And had it not been for the very identifiable name on the steering wheel, we’d probably never know for certain that these two good-timers were out horsing around that day in a 1946 Oldsmobile.
This photo caught my eye for a host of reasons but the biggest one was this guy here, not exactly your typical lumberjack stereotype climbing into a Mercury at what appears to be a sawmill operation. I’ll repeat that. A Mercury at a sawmill. What??
My guess is that he doesn’t work there. That he was on his way to the big city when a porcupine jumped out in front of him forcing a sharp and sudden left down Rte. 36 and ended up six miles outside of Nowheresville.
Scared, confused, and running low on gas, he dove into a sawmill to ask for directions. The owner of the sawmill wished him luck as he directed him back to Hwy 36 then snapped this photo before he pulled out.
That….. or….. maybe this: His wife took this photo because she is fond of logs and thought this picture would look nice on the mantle.