Victoria Scott for Road and Track:
From all of these eras, certain models—from the exotic to the every day—seem to be perfect windows into our country’s ego and id; they show what it values, and what it fears, at the moment of its release. The ‘57 Chevy, with its vast expanses of gleaming chrome—and its ads full of perfectly-trad-beautiful gleaming white smiles and white faces—became shorthand for the rock n’ roll Fifties; the stainless-steel Delorean DMC-12 and the unreliability underneath its gleaming sci-fi exterior came to represent the hollow futurism of the Reagan Eighties.
Which neatly brings us to the Tesla Cybertruck and the fraught present.
Such a sharp piece on how we ended up with a car like the Cybertruck being an actual vehicle.
We saw one for the first time the other day. It is a big vehicle.
