What does it say about me that the object I loved most at Sage Farm was . . . a vintage air compressor?Posted: November 23, 2014
Don’t even answer that, okay?
Because I already KNOW I’m weird, okay?
Seriously, how do I love this thing? Let me count the ways.
First of all, it’s RED.
Even its electrical cord is red. How can you not love that?!
Second, it was sold by Montgomery Ward.
That means it was pictured in a mail-order catalog, and regular guys who wanted to outfit their woodshop or garage could just order it up and have it delivered.
“Hello? Montgomery Ward? I’d like to order a couple pairs of Levis and a red air compressor please!” Somebody actually said that sentence.
Third, it’s heartbreakingly Streamline. Get a load of that grille.
I double-dare you to find a modern shop tool with even a smidgen of the conscious design sensibility you see here.
Fourth, it works! The cute young dealers who brought it down from Cape Neddick, Maine assured me that it ran just fine.
Now if I could only come up with a compelling reason to actually own an air compressor. . . .