From my personal stash - the '56, our only vehicle at the time ('61) parked in the driveway. 265, 3-on-the-tree, I taught my sweet 17-year-old wife how to drive in it. Nearly caused a split right then as I was more than a little frustrated with the clutch-burning starts and the the gear- grinding shifts. Fortunately for me, although the car is long gone, she's still with me!
White Front that used to be at Chapman and Harbor in Anaheim. I’m not proud, but I shoplifted a red Tonka Jeep pickup from here when I was four years old. I’m glad I turned my life around.
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