Looking right at home at the Madison Beach Resort in Madison, Connecticut. I was surprised to see the keys in the ignition!
*I believe this is a replica of a car last produced in 1937, but it was beautifully executed.
“Now some folks say it’s too big
And uses too much gas
Some folks say it’s too old
And that it goes too fast
But my love is bigger than a Honda
Yeah, it’s bigger than a Subaru
Hey man there’s only one thing
And one car that will do
Anyway we don’t have to drive it
Honey we can park it out in back
And have a party in your pink Cadillac.”
Anybody out there remember when the gas pumps had only one space on the left of the decimal point for the cost of gas? Meaning, no matter what you drove, you could fill up for under ten dollars? In high school, when a bunch of us would cruise the boulevard on a Friday night, we’d all pitch in fifty cents for gas. (Yeah, I’m that old.) A far cry from last week when a full tank of gas cost me almost sixty dollars. Maybe I’ll buy myself a Harley. I see lots of baby boomers these days on bikes. Only trouble is, I’m going to have to be able to raise my leg up and over the seat.
I found this car in Alamo NV just before I lost my own car. OK, Joe. I want the year, make and model. And anything else you can come up with. Anyone is free to join in. Give me your best guess. There are no wrong answers as I have no idea what it was and will accept any response! (Is that a sneaky way to get comments? You bet.)