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.
The 60's weren't all hippies.
ReplyDeleteSuspicious 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
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteMy 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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