Ever whistled at a passing Porsche 911? You have Ferdinand Alexander Porsche to thank. Gaped open mouthed at the rooming by Harley? Go sing songs of praise for William S. Harley, William A. Davidson, Walter Davidson, and Sr. Arthur Davidson. Worshiped that red Ferrari poster in your room day and night? Go kiss the hands of the designer.
An automobile designer gives the car its soul. He breathes life into it. Automobile designers are artists. Automobiles are their love, their babies, their blood, their sweat.
Automobiles are free of egotism, passion, prejudice and stupid ideas about where to have dinner. They are, literally, selfless. A world designed for automobiles instead of people would have wider streets, larger dining rooms, fewer stairs to climb and no smelly, dangerous subway stations – P. J. O’Rourke