Being unemployed means that you pay attention to useless nothingness while avoiding the actual task at hand, i.e. finding a job. So here I was, randomly Google Mapping the city of San Antonio, a place I don’t particularly care for, when I discovered a subdivision who must have had a fairly massochistic master developer. Or, like me, just a fan of underdog European budget hatchbacks.
(For the record, it’s located off of Rittiman Road just west of Loop 410.)

It is a neighborhood where all the streets are lovingly named after failed and/or obscure European automobiles. And not your Ferraris or Mercedes, we’re talking the Hillman, the Austin Allegro, the Renault Dauphine, Alfa Romeo, and Fiat.

Heeeeere’s Fiat! They improved the warranty because they had to.

At least this Austin Allegro didn’t have the quartic (read: square) steering wheel that came standard in the UK.

Alfa’s weren’t all that obscure, being favored by the quirky, swinging, polygamist, condo-dwelling middle-aged people who usually bought Saabs.

It actually unlocks its own doors for you! But not much else. C’est tellement de luxe, n’est-ce pas?

Dauphine, French for princess! Even though the French abandoned the monarchy in the 1700’s!

Hillmans were lower-range cars made by Rootes, which was a second banana British car manufacturer. Their biggest impact on America was the design of the Dodge Omni and Plymouth Horizon, two hideously ugly early 80’s hatchbacks.
And check out the kreepy kid in the back seat!
Nicely researched, Rutlo! I have to say, I’ve never heard of the Hillman, which is damn attractive but I’m sure bogged down many creepy newtowners and their spawn between Bishops Stortford and Ashby-de-la-Zouch.
That suburb is even more delightful than the bit of Levittown, NY where things are named for astronomy (Universe Dr, Comet Ln, Polaris Dr, Solar Ln) which abuts the bit named for working class occupations. I shit you not: http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&safe=off&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&hs=qWR&num=20&resnum=0&q=telescope%20lane%20levittown%20new%20york&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wl
While the juxtaposition of careers with cosmos is definitely a sight for solar eyes, all I keep on thinking was how the original suburban idea wasn’t half bad. At least Levittown’s roads connect to one another — the suburb I live in with my mother is literally designed so that each “phase” is unable to connect to each other. So you end up taking a circuitous path to get to any main road. For example, I have to turn on Kerr Street, then Nandina, then Azalea, then Autumn Fire, then Pagedale just to get to Lakeline Boulevard, which then connects me to US Highway 183-A, a toll road which then becomes US Highway 183. If I lived in Levittown, I’d only have to turn on Barwench Boulevard, then Pluto Path and Nebula Avenue to get to the Something State Parkway.