My brother got married over the weekend to the love of his life.
The outdoor wedding under mild afternoon sun was picture-perfect. There was an open bar, lots of dancing and, of course, nothing but smiles and laughter (thanks in part to the open bar).
As the night wore down, I was taken by surprise by a car that gracefully rolled up the long gravel driveway to the reception site… a 1933 Packard Eight instantly recognizable by the trademark headlights, side-mounted spare tires and winged hood ornament (not to be confused with the Rolls-Royce Spirit of Ecstasy).
The American luxury car of the Great Depression was the chariot of choice to escort the groom and his bride to their lavish downtown hotel; a better choice I could not have suggested myself.
But, should I have been asked which autos I might recommend to chauffeur a newly wedded couple from the reception to the beginning of marital bliss, I would have also included any of these fine automobiles: