My wife used to drive what she still refers to as her 'little red Mini' and we buy the odd red-Mini related book, object or picture.
I've come to think of the old VW Beetle as a bit 'iconic 60s', if you know what I mean.
Was it a Standard Vanguard John Simons was pictured with on the old JS website?
A huge 50s Cadillac is not, I would have thought, 'Ivy'. More 'classic Americana'.
What about an old Triumph Herald?
Cars seemed to have more appeal when I was growing up, circa 1966-67. I still remember being taken to see 'The Italian Job' on a wet seaside afternoon, on a double bill with 'Monte Carlo Or Bust'. I still remember the excitement of the Bond Aston Martin (slightly less so of the Toyota) I got for Christmas back in the year... 64 must it have been? Anything to get excited over nowadays? Seems doubtful. Even my prospective son-in-law's flashy sports cars do nothing for me.
The obvious objection to sports cars is that they are high maintenance and damn uncomfortable to sit in for extended periods. Plus the engine growl tends to interfere with the music.
I nearly bought a reconditioned beige coloured Beetle from a specialist mechanic in Wigan in the early Nineties. There was a bit of a cult at the time.
There was a mechanic I knew who set up a garage dedicated to Lotus - looked kinda of all fibre glass and unsafe to me. They certainly don't age well. He had a white one, the same as in the Bond movie, tried to sell it to me.
When it comes to cars, Americans had that late Victoriana vision: grotesque sharp edges and 'wings' everywhere. Is the American car Ivy in any sense? Style wise, probably not. Over engineered and beast like. More dandy than Ivy.
The Brits, Germans and the Italians had the edge on car design in the '60's, says the man who drives a Prius keeping to optimum speed to maximise the use of the electric engine.
Maybe I should have stated that I'm a confirmed non-driver, which could colour my view of the subject. My eyesight is appalling.