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>I got my first summer job in 1965 and needed a car. >My dad and I went to the Dodge dealer where he'd >bought all his cars to pick one out. While I was >attracted to a '56 Pontiac coupe, a pale blue '59 >Plymouth Savoy 2-door was a bit cheaper (I think >$295). It was a "mill car" -- the previous owner >worked at one of the local steel mills and used it for >commuting. The finish was all pockmarked from the >acid rain of grit around the mills, but I don't think >the passenger (or rear) seat had ever been used. The >engine was the ancient 230 cu in flathead six, and >shifter was "3 on the tree." No radio. Plenty of >rust. > >It was a beater. I ran out of gas and blew a tire the >first week I owned it, and it needed new brakes and >rear seals within a month. All four fenders became >see-through by the end of the summer. However, it was >MINE, and I enjoyed the freedom it afforded. > >We put it into a friend's garage when I went back to >school in the fall. The next spring, while backing it >out of that garage, I sheared off the passenger-side >door handle. That last damage made the whole thing >look COMPLETELY pathetic, and we sold it to the >garage-owner for about $150.

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