As the revolutionary social climate of the 1960s began to lose steam under the weight of its own idealism, the once razor-sharp line between the counterculture and straight-laced America began to blur. By the time we hit the ?70s, the two had melded into an avocado-and-burnt-orange-hued decade of bell-bottomed and puka-shelled self-exploration. For a visual timeline of this decade-long transformation, one need look no further than the advertisements on the pages of Car and Driver. What starts out largely with straight talk and black and white imagery quickly plunges into clever (and not-so-clever) innuendo and ?hip? branding illustrated with full-color graphics influenced by?and in a few instances created by??70s psychedelic-art icon and Corvette-hoarder Peter Max. Although a pair of gas shortages and the 1974 enactment of a national 55-mph speed limit spurred advertisements for citizens?-band radios and fuel-saving devices of dubious effectiveness, the overall message remained predominately the same: A life without sweet wheels/tunes/tires/glasspacks/babes/smokes/brewskis is not a life worth living. By mid-decade, Ford zeroed in on the national vibe and struck paydirt with a series of van ads featuring a group of shirtless, shoeless, and mellow studs chilling with their babes après surf, inadvertently turning the act of violating the ?No Shirt, No Shoes? shop-window proviso into a competitive sport.
If you lived through the 1970s, salute; if you didn?t, take a few minu...