That image up there is from a 1959 Opel Kapitän brochure, and while I’m certainly fond of the lovely brushy artwork and the very American-inspired Kapitän, what I’m most interested here is the scene. There that normal, privately-owned car, pulled up right next to what looks like a commercial airliner. This sort of thing has shown up in car brochures a number of times. Was this ever a thing?
Was there ever a time you could just, somehow, pull right onto the tarmac and just walk out onto your plane, if you just had a commercial airline ticket? There’s no way that could work, right? It’d be chaos! Maybe people got some sort of special access – but who, and how?
I did a little looking into it, and it seems there are eye-wateringly expensive VIP car services that will drop your pampered ass off right by your plane, like this LAX-based $3,500 service that will take you in a BMW. But it can only use LAX’s little-known private terminal, PS LAX, and I’m still confused. Commercial flights go to this terminal? How? Private charter flights I can understand, but how do the commercial flights work? This guy was invited to see the terminal by United – I guess United has rich-people-only flights, too, ones I’m too filthy to have known about?
Huh. Well, until they can drop me by my plane in a ’59 Opel, it’s not good enough for me.
Speaking of ’59 Opels, look at this other brochure page:
Look at that nice scene, in front of that lovely cabin, and enjoying the shiftlessness of that GM Hydra-Matic-equipped Kapitän,. which was the three-speed Hydra-Matic. But let’s look closer at what’s going on here:
That’s a drug deal! I know a drug deal when I see one! Look at sunglasses-and-hat there, that dude had dealer written all over him, I don’t care how sharply creased his pants are! That’s a baggie of cocaine! I know what’s going on here, in that debauchery-chalet!
Man, Kapitän owners know how to party, am I right?