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100 foot power. Don

Cold you attach a photo or two? It would help us tell you what you have. Don

The first is a 1942 Chevrolet Fleetline Sportmaster 4-door sedan. The emblem on the fender appears to say "Silver Streak" which would be a Pontiac, likely 1949-1952. Don

The license tag should date the photo. I can't read it on my small screen, but might be clear on the original. Don

Packard had a loyal following. Chances are the one in the garage is also a Packard if it belongs to the same owner. Don

If you're wondering, this Packard is older than me. Don

Cadillac is a 1941. Don

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My brother's boat and tow vehicle from the mid 1970's. When he revved up that modified 454 you could hear it on the lake miles away. Don

The whitewalls give it away. Don

I would say Thomas. It looks remarkably similar to this 1910 Thomas, the first motorized fire engine in Chattanooga, Tennessee. The 1901 date in the newspaper article is not correct. Don

This is a Marmon photographed at Callaway Gardens in 1975. I'm guessing it to be around a 1921-1922 model. A very attractive and desirable car. Don

J542 (I assume) at Callaway Gardens 1975. In this photo it has body color wire wheels, a light colored top and extra driving lights that are not seen on the previous photo. Which version is later? Don

Sheriff J. D. Stewart of Catoosa County, Georgia and his Trans Am police cars are legendary. http://transamcountry.com/site/the-other-side-of-the-law The trans Am police cars were covered in several magazine articles at the time and there was even a die cast model made of them. In fact, a rendering of a Trans Am patrol car is the centerpiece of Sheriff Stewart's tombstone. But Sheriff Stewart was using Pontiacs a long time before the Trans Am came along. Legend was in the late 1950's he bought the highest performance model he could get from Chevy, Ford, Chrysler and Pontiac and pitted them against each other. The Pontiac won, and from then on he had Pontiacs. Sheriff Stewart developed ties with NASCAR and with the performance division of Pontiac and had access to parts the ordinary person didn't know existed. It was said (and who knows what the truth is) that each was modified by a NASCAR garage before delivery. What I do know is that the 1960 Pontiacs were brutes. My buddy bought a 1960 model when it was replaced by a 1961. It was the Sheriff's personal car, a white Ventura hardtop, not the Catalina post sedan you would expect. It had around 116k miles during the year it served. I went along to drive my friend's other car back home -- he never let me drive the Poncho. Before we left, the Sheriff took us to an unopened section of I-75 and clocked it through the radar at 145 mph. This Pontiac had a highly modified 389 tri-power engine with a lope that attracted a crowd every time we stopped at a service station or convenience store. It had a 3-speed on the column and a clutch that required a strong leg to operate. No power steering, brakes or AC. The suspension was brutal but the car felt solid at three digit speeds unlike the factory supercars of the day; it would out-corner any factory car. I'm sure someone will challenge me on that, but my buddy was a "poor rich kid" who owned 409 and 427 Chevies, 406 and 427 Fords, including a black 1963 Custom 300 427 2-door sedan with all the factory performance options. None could come close to J.D.Stewart's Pontiacs. After the GTO came out he switched to GTO's and then the legendary Trans Ams. It was said that the later cars were ordered without engines and the sheriff, in conjunction with the NASCAR garage kept a stock of "built" 455' s that were installed in the patrol cars. I can't speak to the accuracy of that. What a prize it would be to discover one of the Catoosa County patrol cars hiding in a barn somewhere. Don

1929 Chevrolet Landau. This is a fairly rare body style where the rear portion of the top folded down. Don

1925 Rickenbacker photographed at Hershey, 2018. Don

Maybe an Elcar(?) 1926 coupe photo from the internet. Don

You can't give yourself a thumbs up; you don't have the thumbs up icon on your own posts. When other users read your post, they see the icon. I just gave you a thumbs up on the original question. See it? Don

How did you find out for sure? It sounds like an interesting story. Don

And a much longer hood. Don

Definitely a 1933 Chevrolet. The three vents on the side of the hood are positive ID. Photo from the internet: Don

It was around 1957 and I was about 14 years old (and an avid barn find hunter) when I heard about a Hupmobile on Signal Mountain, about 20 miles from my home in Chattanooga. I had never seen a Hupmobile and I pestered my father until he agreed to take me to see it. We pulled up at a small “cottage” and were met at the door by a very gracious lady who took us through the house to an attached single car garage. In the garage, under a homemade cover sewn from chenille bedspreads was a gorgeous 1927 Hupmobile 4-door sedan. It was Maroon with black fenders, yellow wood-spoke wheels and whitewall tires. The seats looked as if they had never been sat in. The car was on jack stands and the garage was tightly insulated; every crack was blocked with cardboard to keep out any dust and weather. The car was about the only thing left that had belonged to her husband who died in 1927. The lady had built the garage with her own hands to protect the beloved Hupmobile. She had a mechanic come in monthly to start the car, service it and run it through the gears on the jack stands to keep everything in good operating order. But she decided it was time to turn the car over to a new caretaker. She had been offered $800 for it by a wealthy local collector, but she didn't like him and didn't sell. She liked me and offered it to me for $400. Unfortunately, I didn't have any money at all. I'm almost sure my parents had never had $400 at one time and they had certainly never paid that much for a car, even a family car. She said if I wanted the car to pray about it and maybe something would work out. I was shocked a year or so later to receive a telephone call from the lady. I didn't realize she even knew my name, but she had made a note of it. She asked if I still wanted the car. “Yes, of course.” Did I have the $400? “No.” She invited me to come and talk to her and maybe we could work something out. Well, I'm sure my father was embarrassed that there was no way he could afford the car; he really didn't want to take me back up there. So after a couple of weeks I managed to get away. I took the bus to the end of the line at the foot of the mountain, then hitch-hiked and walked the rest of the way to the house. As I arrived three well-dressed ladies were leaving. They were just returning from the lady's funeral. I can only speculate what the outcome would have been if I had been a week or so earlier. I repeated the bus/hitch-hike/walk journey again a few weeks later and the neighbors said the old Hupp had been carried off on a dump truck. I tried to contact her heir, a niece in Moulton, Alabama but never received a response. I hope even today that the grand old Hupmobile found a loving home in Alabama.

Our family car in the mid 1940's was a 1935 Chevrolet standard sedan that my dad picked up when the owner couldn't pay a repair bill. I remember riding in the back seat with my mother holding an umbrella over us because the fabric roof leaked. I also remember the clatter riding on the rim when he couldn't afford a new tire. Don