The Everywhere Bowtie

By Jim Hagarty

The history of the Chevy “bowtie” logo is rich and interesting. It has been around forever and only in recent years has it always appeared in the gold colour you see above. Over the years, it has come in slightly different styles and colours and sizes. But now it is solid gold.

It is also everywhere I look. When I was a teenager, I knew the names and designs of every Chevy on the market. I remember the family sedan. It came in the basic Biscayne, then the slightly better Belair and finally, the Impala, the luxury model. Then GM came along and added the Caprice to the the mix and I kind of lost track after that. On the farm, we always had a Biscayne.

But now, only the Impala is left to carry on.

And the bowtie is everywhere. Any little box with doors, windshield, tires and an engine I see zooming by on the highway is likely to have a bowtie on it. An oversized, gigantic bowtie. Gold, of course. I have no idea the names of most of these vehicles. Some are nice, some are pretty plain. I don’t know how many of them are made in North America.

I would not be the least surprised to see a kid’s tricycle go by with a big gold bowtie on the back. Or a scooter. A wheelchair. It seems if if it has wheels and moves, the gold bowtie affixer will hit it.

But at least Chevy seems to be thriving and surviving.

That’s good.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.