Ivy. The suit, not the wagon.
I'm not sure what he's up to (a little suspicious, no?) but I like the suit.
March 4, 2010
Chevy Caprice Wagon, 1967
Ivy. The suit, not the wagon.
I'm not sure what he's up to (a little suspicious, no?) but I like the suit.
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The 60's weren't all hippies.
Suspicious is right...the guy is kinda creepy...I hear him inquiring: "Young Ladies...would you each like to earn five bucks the hard way." LOL
I like the car. My family bought a new one in '67 from Werring Chev-Olds; ours was white with the faux wood grain sides. In lieu of that 3rd seat, there was a capacious storage cavity below and one off to the side.
My brother and I could completely disappear within these. Curled up inside, I could hear the concrete seams of Rt. 22 in NJ going thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk as they whizzed by at 60 MPH, just 8 inches under my ear.
On a positive note, it allowed us to fully isolate ourselves from the haze of cigarette smoke emanating from the front.
I always got car sick riding in the back.
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