“Our whole way of life in America is geared to the automobile. It has come to mean much more than transportation. It has become a status symbol.”
tl;dr: Boomer pokes fun at every car he didn’t grow up with.
Just off Woodward, the Royal Pontiac dealership specialized in modifying GTOs to hit nearly 110 miles an hour. As Poynter put it, “you could feel the sensation in the seat of your pants.” Or maybe in the front of your pants. #justboomerthings
As a history of the automobile industry, Engines of Change was decent. Since reading the book, I participated in a conversation where I was able to speak intelligently about the ZR1. I will likely forget most of what I read, but Engines of Change provided context for a world I’ve never much been a part of. There were plenty of little factoids that ticked my brain.
The “Tin Lizzie,” as the Model T was nicknamed
The automobile’s influence on American culture extends even to its colloquialisms.
The bankrupt Duesenberg Automobile & Motors Company was revived under new ownership with a top-of-the-line model costing upward of $20,000—equivalent to $245,000 today. The phrase “It’s a Duesie” entered the language as an expression of admiration, even though Duesenberg would fold during the Depression.
The most interesting factoid:
Jerry Garcia, leader of a band called the Grateful Dead
Okay so sue me, I knew the namesake of the Ben & Jerry flavor was someone famous, just didn’t know who.
The impetus to “keep up” propelled Detroit’s annual styling change, indeed its entire business model, not to mention the conspicuous consumption driving the whole American economy. By implication Volkswagen buyers were different—heck, not just different, but better—than their conventional, status-seeking neighbors.
Volkswagen - the original Apple.
After building only 8,563 cars DeLorean Motor entered bankruptcy in February 1982.
And if one of those cars wasn’t featured in a movie they would be known as the failures of engineering they were and not as a collectible for nerds. Looking at you, Ernest Cline.
Army bureaucrats called their new prize the General Purpose vehicle, or GP, which sounded like “jeep” when pronounced quickly.
So, technically, “jeepie” is more historically accurate than “jeep”. NOBODY TELL MY SISTER.
He was Ed Cole, whose Horatio Alger life had brought him to the top of Chevrolet, the biggest automotive nameplate in the world.
The fact that one guy I’ve never heard of is compared to another guy I’ve never heard of tells me I’m not the target demographic for this book. I would have appreciated more engineering and design details and fewer character studies and reliving the glory days.
During the tail-finned Fifties Americans had trusted, by and large, government officials, clergy, educators, and corporate executives. But that was before Vietnam, urban riots, campus unrest, and before the Chevy Corvair. Mistrust of authority became the new ambient attitude.
This, this is good writing. How Ingrassia possessed the awareness to pen this line and then completely gloss over the Punk subculture of the 70s in a book ostensibly about American culture is flabbergasting.
“In our age where the average person is a cog wheel who gets pushed in the subways, elevators, department stores, cafeterias, lives in the same house as the next fellow, has the same style of furniture, [and] wears the same clothing, . . . the ownership of a different car provides the means to ascertain his individuality to himself and everybody around”
“Assert your individuality through the purchase of a mass-produced good.” If that ain’t peak Boomer mentality.
“We in the United States have a new feature, a strictly American invention—the provision of continually increasing purchasing power for the consumer.”
Are you sure?
As a commentary on American culture, Engines of Change leaves something to be desired. Ingrassia argues that American culture is car culture. This is an unsurprising take from a member of the Boomer generation, but I agree with the spirit of his thesis - up to a certain point. Car culture declined as Internet culture rose. Consider the car as a series of value propositions that can now be fulfilled by the Internet: driving to the local spot to hang out with friends is now logging into Discord or Fortnite; grabbing dinner is now Uber Eats; dating is now Tinder; work is now Microsoft Teams. American culture was car culture, but American culture is Facebook culture.
The Beach Boys sang a song about a drag race called “Shut Down,” but nobody has yet recorded one called “Download.”
Engines of Change was published in 2012. I’m going to give Ingrassia the benefit of the doubt; this statement may have been accurate then, but it’s not accurate now.
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Ingrassia is a good writer, and he has a knack for poking fun at demographics of car owners in a subtle way, like a guy talking in such a smooth monotone that it takes you a second to realize he slipped an insult into the conversation. It’s a shame that, with a couple exceptions, he wasn’t able to point that insight at his own demographic. By and large, he writes in tones of reverence for the cars and public figures surrounding those cars he grew up with, and veiled disdain for everyone and everything else. Still, it’s fun to read, so let’s round ‘em up.
The mystique and the throaty roar of the GTO still resonate with the Cruisin’ Tigers, mostly men in their late fifties and early sixties, some paunchy, others gray-haired, others nearly bald. Their vintage GTOs are like potent elixirs that vividly evoke the flat-bellied, full-haired, testosterone-driven days of their past.
gottem
Women represented 42 percent of Mustang buyers
DAILY REMINDER THAT MUSTANGS WERE ALWAYS A GIRL CAR LMAO GOTTEM
Behind the wheel, Skwirblies isn’t just another suburban salesman with a house and a family. “I like showing off and I like the attention,” he says. “My car is my getaway.”
Ah, the rare self-burn. gottem
The Accord would never be a flashy hot rod like those cars. It appealed to people who wanted safe, reliable, and enjoyable driving, not to people who saw their car as an extension of their personality, or of anything else.
Actually, this one doesn’t seem to be a gottem. But maybe that’s because it’s the demographic I most belong to.
Yuppies, distinguished not only by their age and their occupations, were people who had to buy to live, just as sharks had to swim to breathe. But they couldn’t buy just ordinary stuff. Theirs was a restless and creative materialism, a constant search to find the most distinctive and expensive version of just about anything.
Yuppies, amiright? Bit rich of a Boomer to denigrate another demographic as “people who had to buy to live, just as sharks had to swim to breathe.” still, gottem
THE JEEP: FROM WAR TO SUBURBIA, OR HOW TO LOOK LIKE YOU’RE GOING ROCK CLIMBING WHEN YOU’RE REALLY GOING TO NORDSTROM
This was the subheading for the chapter on the Jeep, and it literally describes one of my sisters. absolutely rekt
“People want to be in the costume,” L.L.Bean executives told one another. “They want to be part of the tribe.” Which meant wearing Bean Boots and a field coat on rainy-day runs to Target.
lol gottem
Another woman, in Sarasota, bought her $40,000 Range Rover to “go antiquing,” and told the Wall Street Journal that she’d never even consider driving it off-road. “Ugh. Imagine the dirt,” she explained.
We’re heading into Poe’s Law territory with this one.
Many Harley-Davidson edition owners were accountants or urologists who rode motorcycles on weekends to indulge their inner outlaw. They could haul their Harley motorcycles to Harley conclaves in Harley trucks, in case anyone missed the point.
gottem
You have a Prius. . . . You probably compost, sort all your recycling, and have a reusable shopping bag for your short drive to Whole Foods. You are the best! So, do we really need the Obama sticker? —The Portland Mercury, 2008
This is 50% me. Still, gottem
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So. Engines of change was flawed, and wasn’t written for me, but I find increasing value in historical context as I complete my transition into an old man. Worth reading, not worth rereading.