Ah, America in the 1950s. It’s easy to spot the moment when Freudian psychosexual theory met car design and what a glorious pairing it was. This Coquette couldn’t be more phallic if it was dragging a pair of hairy beach balls. It even smells like cigar smoke, conservative values, and semen. Get out your check book because this golden age of repression won’t resurrect itself.
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