1959 was a year of optimism for America. The space age was new and everything reflected rockets taking off to the stars. The landing on the moon was less than 10 years away.
This ad on the left is how I remember the 1959 chevy, viewed from the rear as it left you standing in a cloud of dust, sleek and alluring. I saw this 59 Chevy stationwagon as I was crossing Van Ness at Fulton Street. Detroit, in their rush to design something new every year, was so taken with the design of the Chevy coupe, they really didn't think through how it would look as a station wagon. Here it is or was -- a box stuck on a rocket. It's survived all these years. Maybe nobody wanted to drive it much?