It's the Nash that brings back that halo shining from the time I was about five years old. ( Yes, any Aztek gets the weirdo win, but no fond memories of those, thank God!) Our next door neighbors had a 54 Nash Ambassador, and later that same year, the husband passed away, and it sat in the garage. His wife did not know how to drive. Once a week, the "lady of the house" would come over, key in hand, and ask Mom to take her to the post office, the Rexall Pharmacy and the A&P. Compared to our '53 Ford, sitting in the back seat of this baby was like living in the lap of luxury! I had this all to myself so I never wanted to get out when the trip was over. Once in awhile, Mrs. Miller would even let me sit up front and pretend to drive it when parked in the driveway. I remember, too, folding those front seats all the way down so the entire interior was one huge bed! And somehow, I recall that Nash advertised on Walt Disney's first Disneyland television show, and I appreciated knowing just how terrific an Ambassador was. Despite the fact that it probably was owned by a woman with "blue hair." I'd be more than happy to have one today.