Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and eyes change; tastes change. As a small child, I’d happily hoover an entire tray of raw oysters while going out of my way to avoid eating a raw tomato. Now I enjoy both. Also as a young person, I extremely disliked the early ’90s fourth-gen Chevrolet Caprice.
My whole family had this anti-Caprice bias. I used to call it the roachmobile because, to my pre-pubescent eyes at least, the pinched grille and narrow headlights, coupled with the rear fender skirts made it look like the giant insects that would occasionally sneak into our apartment. My disdain was strong.
Now I can’t get enough of them. Whether the car is in basic police-spec or luxurious faux-wood-paneled Buick Roadmaster Estate, I appreciate the design as a crisper aerodynamic alternative to Ford’s extremely ovalur language at the time.
Obviously, the best of these B-Body cars is the mid-’90s Chevy Impala SS. The hot rod aluminum five-spokes, body-color trim pieces, and deleted fender skirts make for one mean car. It didn’t hurt that the car was basically a hopped-up version of the 9C1 police car, complete with a Corvette-derived LT1 V8 good for about 260 horsepower and 330 lb-ft of torque.
I’ve gone from hating it to not-so-secretly desiring one.
[Ed Note: For me it’s the Audi A2 and the BMW i3;
I used to find them stubby and hideous. Now I love them both. -DT].
What about you? What car did you not initially love that now you’re completely taken with?