Black is a helluva colour to pull off even on a brand-new car, so to expect it to work well on a car that’s more than three-quarters of a century old – and was restored 35 years ago – would be absurd.
And yet, this one carries it off with aplomb. Our in-house human microscope starts his assessment of the New Yorker by saying “it presents beautifully and must be seen!”, which is about as excited as we have ever seen him.
His enthusiasm is absolutely justified though because this is a car that not only has presence, it has style, too; where many American cars rely on sheer acreage to make an impression, the New Yorker does so with a rare elegance.
Of course, given the scale of the investment in restoring it and its subsequent concours wins, you’d have every right to expect tight and consistent shutlines, flawless panel alignment, and mm-precise trim (sorry, that should read, “to within a few thou”), all of which you get.
But it’s the shine that reels you in. Genuinely mirror-like in its intensity, what’s even more impressive is the shine is uninterrupted by the sort of wear ‘n’ tear you’d have every right to expect. No dents, no dinks, no scuffs.
The good news continues as the tan folding roof goes up and down at the touch of a button, and the fabric is free of rips, tears, or other damage. It’s got its full complement of poppers too, and is even fitted with a proper glass rear screen.
The American Classic whitewall tyres on the 15-inch steel wheels have plenty of tread left on them, although they are date-stamped 2015.
We will never get tired of telling you that experience shows that matching high-quality tyres are an infallible sign of a caring and mechanically sympathetic owner who is prepared to spend the appropriate amount in maintaining their car properly.
The chromework, including the hubcaps on those wheels, is as impressive in its condition as it is extensive in its application. “Excellent” was the very word our man used, a term he restricts himself to using no more than once a year. (Fun fact: In 2018 he didn’t use it at all.)
Other charming features include some of the nicest badges of any period and yellow foglamps, which are never a bad thing.
The rest of the lamp lenses are all good, and the rear lights have been professionally upgraded to use 6-volt LEDs, which are far brighter than the original bulbs.
Even the small stuff like the rubber seal around the fuel filler neck, which is still soft and pliable rather than hard and cracked, gives important clues to the car’s wider condition.
Nonetheless, our man has a reputation to maintain and did manage to find a few trivial things to write down, although it is worth noting that he handed his notes over with a broad smile: “There is a noticeable chip to the bottom of the boot lid, and a couple of stonechips have been touched in on both front wings along the bonnet shut line. There are also a couple of tiny chips on the bottom of the driver’s door, a small bubble in the paint at the bottom of the passenger’s door, and a few more tiny bubbles on the offside rear wing.”