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  1. The appeal of this Dodge could be somewhat enhanced by putting the original wheels & wheel covers back on the car. It does seem to be in fairly good shape. However, for $15,000, more photos of possible problem rust areas should be provided. Speakers in the rear floorboard? That sounds like something I did when I was 18 years old. For some reason, I'm a little leery of this beast.
  2. In the early '90s, there was a '51 Chrysler Imperial Station Wagon advertised in a publication, possibly Hemmings Motor News. At that time, I didn't know much about these cars. I showed the ad to my uncle, who ended up buying the car. Shortly afterwards, we realized that someone had mounted a Chrysler Windsor Station body on the Imperial frame, and advertised it as an Imperial Station Wagon. I don't know the circumstances that led to the station wagon body being attached to the Imperial chassis and drive train. The car had been assembled for some time when we bought it circa 1991. For whatever reason, the entire chassis & drive train of this particular Imperial was chosen as a platform for the station wagon body. It stung, but it was a valuable and instructive lesson. I learned to consult automotive reference books BEFORE buying cars.
  3. Putting aside the issue of provenance, I like the looks of this truck and I would be proud to own it. I prefer originality in most vehicles, but these body modifications appear to be well done.
  4. 1940 Ford Standard. Standard has a 1939 type grill, where 1940 DeLuxe is quite different.
  5. Enlarging the original photo, as you can see, causes it to distort and become blurry. The original poster mentioned spending time pulling the finish off the rear bumper. Here is a view of the rear end of a '38 Lafayette. Credit for the photo goes to Velocity Automotive Journal.
  6. Born in 1953, I lived in a lower middle-class neighborhood. Some of the cars I recall on the streets around my home: 1960 Oldsmobile 88 sedan 1952 Chevrolet sedan 1952 Cadillac sedan 1953 Plymouth sedan Early ‘50s Rambler Convertible 1956 Buick sedan 1950 Olds fastback 1960 Chevy hardtop Upon my arrival to this world, my folks had a ’48 Ford convertible and a ’49 Plymouth Suburban. Across the street where my grandparents lived, my twin uncles – still living at home – had a ’36 Ford Sedan and a ’36 Ford Std 5W coupe. In their garage up on blocks was a ’51 Mercury Monterey. Directly outside the garage was a creamy yellowish ’46 Plymouth convertible, and a ’51 Studebaker pickup. The pickup didn’t stick around long – it was replaced by a ’52 Chrysler Saratoga station wagon that became the vehicle to haul my uncle’s equipment for his dance band. My grandparents had a ’53 Olds 88 sedan. A guy up the street drove one of the most ragged-looking early Rambler convertibles that I can ever remember seeing. My parents lived on the corner of a through city street and a small one-lane alleyway, which was used as a short-cut – it was pretty busy for a street so small. I recall that guy with the Rambler left the top down almost all of the time. Painted black, it was pretty beat up, and whatever was left of the muffler wasn’t helping much. This was the model where the window frames remained upright when the top was down. The car looked dirty inside & out, and there was a lot of stuffing exposed through the upholstery. The driver was almost always friendly & smiling, waving as he went by in this loud, snorting rattletrap.
  7. The 1939 Mercury tail lamps are among the most unusual I’ve ever seen. I’d like to see how they appear after dark when illuminated - especially from the side and 3/4 angle.
  8. Possibly a 1938 Nash Lafayette?
  9. In the late '60s, my dad drove a company-furnished '64 LeSabre 4dr hardtop. It was not trimmed out as nicely as this Wildcat, but it was a nice looking car. As I was approaching the age of 16 in 1969, he let me drive this Buick on backroads as a form of parent-assisted Driver's Ed. I loved the Buick. It was responsive, quick, handled great and had A/C! Compared to my mom's '59 Bonneville and my dad's '56 Studebaker wagon, this was a machine from another world. A guy in the neighborhood had a '64 Wildcat like this one, only it was solid burgundy. He called it the Wild Clap. Quite the card, he was.
  10. In 1994, I pulled my ’54 Chrysler station wagon into a gas station market just off I-81. On my way back to Tennessee from the Fall Carlisle car show. It was about 9PM when I got off the interstate, and the car had performed flawlessly all the way up and back. I was stoked. After shutting off the engine, I started filling the tank. A couple walked over and started asking me about the car. We must have talked nearly ten minutes about old cars. I still had probably another 80 miles or so to get home, so our conversation ended and they started walking away. I got in the car, turned the key – nothing. I got out, opened the hood. The couple I had been talking to walked back over. We looked under the hood. The lighting wasn’t that good, but everything looked okay. The man volunteered to scoot up under the car. I kept telling him he didn’t need to do this, but he insisted. He got far enough under there that only his legs were visible. When he came out, he said “That thang’s just a-pourin’ automatic transmission fluid”. This was evident in the fact that he had a big smear of fluid across his face and up into his hairline, and it was all over his sleeves and hands. I felt badly, because I knew the car leaked tranny fluid. It had the Chrysler Powerflite automatic transmission. Still, the fluid leak shouldn’t have anything to do with the starting issue. Since the gas station was located on a road with a decent grade, we wondered if the car would start if we rolled it off down the hill. I turned on the headlights (six volt, not all that bright), put it in neutral and turned on the switch. The guy and his wife were pushing by hand, and we timed it just right, rolling out of the parking lot onto the highway. They were still pushing like mad, and the car picked up enough speed that they quit pushing. I got up to about 25 MPH, pulled the tranny into Low – engine turned over but didn’t start, so I put it back in neutral. Traffic started coming up behind me. It was a long hill, and this time it got up to nearly 35MPH. Pulled down into Low, and it started. I did stop back by the market and the couple was standing there. I thanked them profusely for their help, and got home. The problem turned out to be the starter. I took it to two or three different shops before I found someone who would fix it.
  11. I really like this Ford - I even like the fact that it has the six cylinder engine, which seems rather uncommon these days. But, I wonder how much of a slug it might be when the six is combined with the automatic transmission. It might even be a slug with a straight shift. I had a '59 Ford with the 6 and a 3-speed manual. It certainly qualified as a slug. Regardless, it looks like a nice car, even with the furry seats.
  12. ^^^^^ What he said...... Love the look of the small hubcaps and trim rings You should be very proud to own that Poncho - unusual color, really nice
  13. Regarding Oldsmobile muscle cars, they rank near the top of my favorite MCs - period. Still, I can’t get nearly as worked up over them as just about any earlier Oldsmobile, regardless of model or body style. Don’t hate me for saying this, but muscle cars seem practically ubiquitous at car shows, and they are all over the internet. My preference for non-muscle cars can probably be traced back to high school. A few of the kids from upscale families had Mustangs, Camaros, 442s, etc. These guys loved to look down on those who drove regular hand-me-down cars inherited from parents or other relatives. l am in NO WAY saying that anyone who owns one acts like that or feels that way. Regardless, I am not gonna forget those memories from high school. Burned into my psyche, I imagine. I should probably consider therapy, or thurpy, as it is pronounced in the south.
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