Mine in 1964 was a 1955 Ford, obtained in an even trade for my Cushman Eagle motor scooter in Tell City, IN. I had my eye on a good looking 50's model Dodge pickup on the used car lot, but the dealer and the deal didn't go that way. I'm not certain what color it was out of the factory, but as I took possession it had been painted white using brush with obvious brush strokes. It had glass pack mufflers that sounded pretty good and also served to mask the engine problem. I hadn't driven it 50 miles till the saw dust in the oil revealed a tremendous oil leak.
So how did something good come out of that very bad trade? I got myself a job as soon as we got settled in KCMO, we were moving for the upteenth time in my youth. I saved my money from my busboy job at the IRS cafeteria, and soon had enough money saved to by the engine rebuild kit. I borrowed some tools from a neighbor and managed to get the engine rebuilt. It ran well enough that I sold it for a good price and bought a 1954 Chevy Bel Air.
So how did something good come out of that very bad trade? I got myself a job as soon as we got settled in KCMO, we were moving for the upteenth time in my youth. I saved my money from my busboy job at the IRS cafeteria, and soon had enough money saved to by the engine rebuild kit. I borrowed some tools from a neighbor and managed to get the engine rebuilt. It ran well enough that I sold it for a good price and bought a 1954 Chevy Bel Air.







