New Cars? Old Cars?

One of the things that is always at least a bit of a hassle when you travel is finding parking places in the city you’re visiting. On this trip, we have free parking at the hotel, and we are able to walk to almost everything we came to see. Last night we walked over to the Cleveland Museum of Art and spent a couple of hours there. This morning, after a free (included) breakfast at the hotel, we walked over to the Western Reserve Historical Society.


We were the first ones in the door at 10:00AM, and we stayed until just past 4:00. It was a day that was packed with new learning. They have an extensive collection of automotive history. Who knew that at the beginning of the 20th century Cleveland was home to many automobile manufacturers? One of the many things that struck me was the way that some of today’s important automotive “innovations” are not new at all. In particular, there were electric cars and hybrid cars in the early part of the 20th century. Here is a hybrid car made by the Owen Automobile Company:


The Baker Motor Vehicle Company had an electric car that required owners to have a charging station installed at home. This device is one of those charging stations:


In a nod to my own automotive history, I found a 1964 Corvair convertible that was exactly like the one my dad owned in the late 1960’s:


It was even the same color as the one he had.

In the evening, back at our hotel, we were able to walk a couple of blocks to find a place to eat. The location of this hotel, The Glidden House, is absolutely fantastic for us.


2 thoughts on “New Cars? Old Cars?

  1. I hate to spoil your memory of the Corvair – as
    Dad pointed out – it was not red, but a deep maroon color. He loved seeing the picture and it brought up a few other memories. Did you know that he gave Linda driving lessons in it in the high school parking lot? I was amazed that he did that. Later, when she had her license, he let her drive it to a high school football game. She was devastated when someone stole the nice hardwood knob from the stick shift – amazingly, Dad took it quite gracefully – I know he felt sorry for Linda!

    • You’re right, of course. Now that I think about it ours was a deeper, maroon color. In every other respect, the car in that museum could have been “ours.” 🙂

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