Peewee wrote:
Makes sense to me. A 47 coupe? My brother and I pooled our money @$50. To buy one that still ran as our first car, a four-door. Original everything except tires and the radio still worked. My brother being older and having a license, got to use it more often. He took it to a few out of town ball games and didn't check the oil and threw a rod.
It sat next to a shed for a few years and even with a thrown rod, I got 500.00 for it. Too bad my brother was in college out of state. It was parked at the crossroads of two colleges and two high schools. The perfect location for selling a classic, if only for spare parts.
The hood had a ridge down the middle that was held together by, wait for it... ducktape. Think I got to drive it twice before she died. An ugly olive drab green car. Big steering wheel, lots of leg room, big trunk, big hood, and a little six-cylinder underneath.
I still liked it more than the VW bug made dad made me buy from his banker friend.
Three transmissions later I figured out why. Dad got his loan, the banker unloaded his lemon, and I got screwed, again.
Makes sense to me. A 47 coupe? My brother and I po... (
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In 1961, Dad paid $100 for my first car, a ‘49 Chevy Coupe that looked and drove pretty much like the ‘47, with some major exceptions. The back seat was held erect by three suitcases wedged between it and the back seat, and the headlights were iffy on bumpy roads—Lol!