We don’t know what a Baumm is.
I think cars should be beautiful, and you ought to make a car—somebody—Ford, Chrysler, G.M.—somebody’s going to bring out one, and they’ll say, “Wow, look at that,” and that’ll get them all out. Until that happens, they’re a bore.
A time warp into a much different world of design than exists today.
“Call me Irv.”
Mitchell’s swashbuckling excess.