The car my folks had the whole time I was growing up was a 1953 Buick Special, and it was a very dependable car. I think it was a year or two old when they got it, but the old 47 Plymouth needed replacing, and it was parked in the garage and sat there for many years afterward. I think my dad finally talked Mom into selling it, since by then it was valuable again, they were not likely to ever drive it anymore, and he wanted the extra room in the garage (which was also his shop).
When I got married, my husband had a 56 Desoto, and we drove that for several years, until we could afford an economical little Rambler American.