I disremember my sister Sherry had a, yellow 55' ( That is until her idiot boyfriend drove it down some railroad tracks. )....Ohh, you would of thought somebody in the family died, the way she carried on about it's demise.
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....Once upon a time, when I was a young spud. The chain came off my bicycle, and unable to stop,( coaster brakes ) I ceased all forward motion when I impaled myself on the tail fins of my Dad's 59' Caddy de Ville. What a great car !!
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Waaay back in, 1956 my Dad bought a, 1950 Studebaker Truck. Although it was 6 years old, it was the closest thing to new he had owned up to that point. Being 4 years old at the time of the incident I don't know the particulars about why he let my idiot older brothers, ( John & Bill ) take it for a spin, a moment of weakness I suppose, ( mistake no. 1. ) John being the oldest, was at the wheel when they left the house. As soon as they were out of sight, Bill bullied John and took the wheel, ( mistake no. 2. ) Shortly there after, Bill flipped the truck onto it's side and slid into a tree....They weren't killed or hardly even hurt, but the old man was hot! This is how the term, "Idiot at the wheel, " came about. If you want to see what a 50' Stude looked like, check out The Studebaker Truck Page Click Here

Back when I was a young and sometimes, dumb spud, I would do things that made no sense, a-tall'. One of my favorite pastimes was to take my bow and arrows out in our sheep pen. I would aim an arrow, straight up and let her fly, and like a darn fool I would wait for it to come down, so I could dodge it, (kind of an idiot's form of chicken.) I never took into account it might kill my young butt to play this game. We were having a family get together, (somebody's birthday or something.) My idiot older brother John, (see story above) had this, sweet, 57' two-tone, blue and white, Buick Special convertible. His mistake of the day was parking that sweet car out in the sheep pen, (he was trying to avoid door dings.) So here I was. Out in the sheep pen, doing my arrow dodge. I pulled the bow string waaay back, and let her fly! Flew clean out of sight. I'm watching for it to come down. It came down alright....Right through the ragtop and stuck in the front seat! I pulled that arrow out, lickety-split and hid out until he left. I was sure, I was going to get my butt kicked but lucky for me, he never found out, the hole in his top and seat were from my arrow dodge. I don't dodge anymore. My eyes aren't as good as they used to be and I'm too old and fat.

" See Ellis Brooks today, for your Chevrolet, at the corner of Bush and Van Ness..." That was a little radio spot heard in the bay area in the 50's and 60's. So, one weekend my Dad, Mom and me went to see old Ellis. After some, wheeling dealing, we were driving home in our brand spanking new, 1960 Chevy Impala. Big and shiny and bright blue. The best part, ( I thought ) was that it had power windows. My Dad spent the first five minutes yelling at me to, " Stop playing with the darn window before you break something." Finally, after a menacing look in the rear view mirror I stopped messing with it. The old man was so proud. But, ( like I have said before ) I was a young and somewhat inquisitive spud and I was fixing to get myself in some big trouble. I was fascinated with those power windows. We got home and the old man was putting the windows up. Those windows had big, shiny, pieces of chrome trim across the top, ( I was as attracted to it as a crow is to tin foil.) As my window was going up, I decided to put my fingers on top of this trim and watch as my hand went up with the glass........... Well, you can guess what happened. That window went up and smashed my fingers. I'm screaming bloody murder. My fingers are stuck in the window. My Mom is screaming at my Dad to put the window down, but the thing wouldn't go down. It only wanted to go up. I'm really freaking out, bellowing at the top on my young lungs, my Mom is screaming at my Dad to do something. He runs into the garage, runs in a couple of circles, grabs a hammer and breaks the window.....on his brand new car. You can imagine how popular I was. I think that car had a soul of a devil because a week later I smashed the same fingers in the door. Yeow !! Take a look at this page to see what that devil car looked like. Impala History Click Here