Anyway, Panhard made some appealing old trucks, and I adore this old illustration style, so I hope you can enjoy it as well. Hope your weekend is full of security, silence, visibility, loge-ability (?), comfort, and accessibility, like the triangles say. Inspector: “But Mademoiselle, why did you do it?” Mademoiselle: “He insulted my cooking for the final time. So I drove the Panhard right onto his skull.” And rolling my eyes clear out of my head as privileged, wealthy white guys insist anyone can just go get a reliable car for under $500 a month right now. I could see one of these on a tropical beach somewhere, serving cocktails from the back. It would be called the Panhard Bar.
