with, says Leif-Ivan.
An incomprehensible landscape
A bit up the stairwell music seeps down from the third floor banquet hall of 7000 square feet. It has room for a hundred seated guests, large dance floor, large stage and a giant breakfast bar, pinball collection and...just then
and there, I get hit by the second floor right in the face. We have been climbing the stairway to heaven. Everything stops. A stunning landscape of dream cars settles for your feet
with every step you take up to level two.
Chocked
Leif-Ivan is talking on but I hear nothing. I stand paralyzed and feel the cars. Before me stands the most beautiful models produced in America ever.
The same to the right, to the left and I know that behind me are several. A surreal experience. The Muscle Car Museum and the Corvette Museum and Ford Museum in the United States in all its glory, but here I am surrounded by the Swedish tradition of the big unreachable American dream
cars, all in perfect, mint condition. Swedes have always loved the real irons. The full size fifties and sixties. When Americans go for Chevelle and GTO we pick Impala and Bonneville. And here they are at a level that stuns and it is easily the best I’ve seen.
I want to sink to the floor, sit, no, lie down. No I want to move in here and never go out.
After a few minutes I hear a familiar voice fading in . It is Karlsson babbeling on. Wondering how much I missed, I come to senses and continue to taking notes.