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You get used to seeing hot rods in Los Angeles, usually an open-wheeled chopped and channeled '32 Ford with an exposed giant chromed V-8 with a line of four-barrel carburetors up top. Those things popped up in the late forties and fifties, and started to disappear at the end of the Eisenhower administration. But there are still a few around – it's a retro thing, for those who still miss James Dean. But what you don't get to see very often is something like this, a replica car, in this case a replica of a 1924 Bugatti Type-35 – and not terrible accurate. But it is way cool, and close enough to the general idea.
Think of it as Paris in the twenties meets LA in the early fifties – and it is a hot rod, with orange shag carpeting on the interior panels and a modern car radio for listening to the Beach Boys on the oldies station, or Edith Piaf on NPR, as it's really not a hot rod – it's all about sophisticated Europe long ago. But it's painted an awful baby blue. It's a cultural conundrum, parked on Hollywood Boulevard at Virgil, with the keys in the ignition.
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