My best friend's dad had one. He was a short man and WWII Vet. Lost his right lower leg and had a prosthesis.... so he drove with his left foot. Kinda by Braille too... bad vision. So being a Detroit car... was not only beat up but very rusty... he didn't care. It was transportation. He was wealthy and used it when he was collecting rent...."don't want the tenants to think I'm rich." Loved him. One day, we were on the Lodge Freeway coming back from the Cobo Hall Auto show.... and one of the dang doors simply fell off.... on the freeway. But we got home. He let Mike and me tinker with it... we made a real beater of it... took all the doors off.... experimented with "repairs." I think we had about 3,000 lbs of Bondo on it... but the motor was strong and tranny just fine. Running straight pipes was good in theory... but reality was it didn't sound like we thought it wood.
Miss those days!!!! Simple cars with simple fun.......