Middle-aged homesteader meets reality.
Those were the days when cars were CARS!
Ha! When I was last in town a string of old cars came down the highway and through our little town most likely on their way from Canada to a car show somewhere by the Big City. One of them was a '56 Chevy and the only reason I recognized it was because when I learned to drive that was the make and model of our family car. I was struck by how wide and big and clunky it looked. No wonder I felt like I was driving a tank!
My husband calls those "Land Yahts". Nice car though.
I drove a boat like that as a teenager. Thank goodness gas was only 79 cents a gallon. As I recall, it got a whopping 8 miles to the gallon.Eeesh.
:) WOW. Hug B
I remember when my father bought his latest Dodge and it had FINS! Cool!
My first ride was the total opposite - a 1968 VW Bug! I LOVED it - manual transmission and all. As a matter of fact, I have driven a manual transmission ever since.
Perfect description! It is immaculate.
I will have to ask him what his mileage is. And how he manages to navigate corners.
Ain't it something???
Wow. I bought a pale yellow Cadillac Coupe de Ville with pale yellow and soft gray wool plaid seats (in immaculate condition with super low mileage) from my aunt sometime in the Eighties. As I drove it from Denver to St. Louis, all I could think was how far mankind had come that a young woman could sit in her living room and be transported down the highway in such comfort and luxury. Too funny! Every time I stopped for gas, someone seriously offered to buy that thing from me. I hope your office mate gets lots of pleasure from his land yacht! Thanks for the memories.
Ha ha ha! When it's a motorcycle you can slip into any small spot. Nice car!
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