At first, my flippant reaction to The Story of the Car was that it was for the daddies more than for the children. Then I recalled a little boy I knew, who was crazy about cars. In fact, my garage still houses two carrier bags full of tiny cars that mustn’t be got rid of.
And non-driving girl that I am, I quite liked this book too. So it’s really for everyone.
Giles Chapman takes the reader through the very early cars, that were barely cars, dangerous and difficult, and then on to the early cars many of us know about, and then the ones we actually remember.
In 1922 the first car for women was made. How lucky that someone thought to invent a way of starting a car that’s not too hard for women! And if you were rich you could have any design car you wanted. I didn’t know that. Now I want a custom-made car. (Which I wouldn’t be able to drive. I Know.)
Among lots of attractive pictures of cars, we are still reminded that cars are not good for the environment, and that – so far – cars can’t time travel.
I suspect that little boy I mentioned would have loved this book.