Yikes. Some of those "tucked in" photos remind me of the time I went to pick up my Dad at the bus stop in our 61 or 62 Corvair wagon. We lived in a very rural area, roads were paved though, we called them the hard road- mostly tar and chip. Winding and twisty. I was admittedly young, 16 or 17, but semi-responsible?! Although .. when my parents weren't around I would take their retired 53 Plymouth Cranbrook 4 door "over the river and through the woods" on our 17 acres and drive it like Parnelli Jones just to see what it would do. Had a blast. Semi-responsible like I said. Good training. Maybe saved me ... So here I go on the way to pick up my civil engineer USMC Major Dad who thought reveille should be played in the morning. A good song was on the radio. but still, it's a wagon. About 5 or 6 miles to the main artery connecting Pittsburgh to points North. So at or near the speed limit of 35. All of a sudden going around a right hand curve this car was on two wheels! I'm talking near a gnat's eyelash point of no return rollover. Not a predicted response, that little twitch beforehand didn't get enough of my attention. Got it together and it bounced back down on all four. Luckily no car was coming the other was as I needed that side of the road too. Stopped and took a couple of minutes to collect my thoughts on why, why, and then continued on. Car was acting strangely though, what am I going to tell my disciplinarian father? Tried two stories, the first one he didn't buy, the second seemed plausible and it bought me some time. Didn't mention being on two wheels. He drove it home from the bus stop, he was strangely quiet. Our neighbor Ernie worked for a large Chevrolet dealership- of which many years later I would become Service Director for 5 years. My Dad asked him to look at the car. I was sweating it out. A couple of nights later he picked up the car with two replaced wheels and calmly said to me "Ernie told me to tell you that the next time you go around a corner, go around on four wheels instead of two." Didn't get the strap. I survived two near misses. And I later remembered that twitch driving an early 911 that kept me out of trouble- not a car for novices.
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Back in the early seventies a close Bud of mine would stop in with his parents wagon and we would go cruising sounds like a real lame thing to do but we had a ball pickup the rest of our group and away we went the thing was it was a 69 i believe called a Kingwood sporting a 427 we put many a car to shame it was hilarious.Cheers
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