It is no secret, I love cars, especially old cars. That is probably because I am OLD. But I do love the designs of cars as they emerged up and thru the 50’s.
In my youth, turning 16, in North Carolina, was when you got your driver’s license. Boys and a lot of girls could not wait, the driver’s license was like a ticket to freedom. I turned 16 and my dad took me down to take the test. I aced the written test, and got a ‘permit’. Permit meaning I could drive with a licensed driver in the front seat with me. I had to wait a week for the ‘DRIVER’S TEST’. Passing the driver’s test meant full fledged ‘DRIVER’S LICENSE’.
The next week I was there. The patrolman in the passenger’s seat. First thing. Parallel park. Dad had shown me the trick and I slipped right in. But on the road test. I came to a stop sign (thought I had stopped!) He told me to back up. What does that sign say? I said Stop. He said, “that is right, you rolled thru it. Take me back to the station.”
FAILED! Tail between my legs, I drove home. But the next week, I PASSED EVERY THING!
Now there was some advantages to being a preacher’s son. I got to ferry folks to church who lived too far away to walk and did not have a way to get to church. Sunday morning I was in my element. I was a good driver and I loved ‘hauling folks to church’. It was driving.
I was the baby of the family, and at 16 Dad was now pastoring churches that paid a ‘full salary’. He said, it is time to get you a car, your mama and I can pay about $500 for one. Let’s go look. he did not exactly like what I picked, but he bought me a 1948 Chev. Convertible. It cost him $450.00. I loved my dad and mom, WOW!
Of course I would love to have a car like that now, but most of all I would love to have a 1955 Chev Convertible.
Next would be the 1953 MG Hill climber:
I have shown that a lot of times.
Now what car yanks your chain? If you could have a classic, to drive around on Sunday Afternoon, or go to a cruise-in, what would you like to drive?
I know it is a dream, but I have had a lot of dreams, some have come true. Old cars make me feel good.
Thanks for coming by the log.
PS: Signs of note……
At a Tire Shop in Milwaukee :
"Invite us to your next blowout."
Another of my favorites:
1932 Ford ragtop! This is a roadster.