Or so a fellow classic car buff was excited to tell me, and I’ll buy it. A lifetime of loving these rolling beauties and I’d no idea!
We actually own a dagmar (though not the car to go with it just yet)—found it at the same tiny antiques shop behind which this (dagmar-less) ’55 Bel Air hid in a garage:
All this time I’ve been calling them “bullets” or “artillery shells”, as that’s what the dagmar resembles. I’m happy to finally have the right name in mind!
Here are smaller dagmars on a ’49 Cadillac ambulance I actually DID run my car off the road to see, even with just my itty-bitty pocket cam:
Hope you had a fine Independence Day weekend, and have a beautiful Monday! (How could one not after seeing a handful of gorgeous vintage cars?)