From South CArolina to Belmont.

There are times in everyone’s lives that you need to just have mental fun. Sometimes remembering is all a human needs. Me? I love to think of old cars. Not that I want one, I just like to think back. Shirl had one of Chrysler’s ‘Fin’ series, I think it was a Dodge about ’59. It was pretty black and white. We have a picture of JJr beside it, but it only shows the rear fins.


(Explaination: Pictures, I cannot know where the pictures are gonna land. I cannot make a log entry except in Html (Which I do not understand) That way the picture is numbers and letters.)

(Below is Dad's 1960 Rambler) Below is Sherry and Jack Jr. on the hood of our '55 Ford.


My dream car was the 1955 Chevy, as I have said on here many times. I did get a ’55 when we were in Key West; I paid $50 for it. I enjoyed restoring it.
But today as we were on the road I saw a car carrier with a load of new cars. They were all covered with white canvas for protection not secrecy. That is what got me to thinking of old cars again.
Marty Kerns beside my '55 Chev.










Above ia also JJr. & Shirl's car.

Back in the mid 1950’s the competition was so strong for the presentation of the ‘New Cars’ that they were always carried to the dealerships under canvas. They unloaded the new cars at night and NO ONE was allowed to see them until the official unveiling. It was a festive time, the dealerships offered free hot dogs, some hamburgers, some ice cream and I am sure if we southerners had known about pizza they would have had that. There was also a competition to see who served Pepsi or Coke along with the free food. It was fun for us who could not afford to buy; we at least got a ‘free’ meal out of it. And it was amazing to see the changes in the body shapes of the new cars.





There is a '57 Metropolitan.

Oh, another past time of ours is noting where the trucks are from. The Above is from Lincoln, Nebraska. (Sherry says reckon they know Lucy, I said of course don't everyone? At least they would know Joe.) The truck immediately following that one was from Omaha.)


That excitement is missing today, to be honest; they all look alike to me. And no one seems to care that the new ones are out, only that the old ones are discounted.
Old cars, I love ‘em. I get a good feeling while on the road, as we are; we pass some that we know are headed for a rally somewhere. They look so regal and my old mind wanders back to when……….


Anyway, I love old cars, they give me time to think and forget any problems that may face us. They are good therapy for me. My first car was a 1948 Chevy Convertible; our last memorable family car was a 1955 Ford two door.




BUT I loved them all.
Nite Shipslog
PS: I can even remember when:
We sat and named cars as they went by,
I also remember when:
Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was fun. But then I was always weird.