My dad had one of those (actually a 1941 model, but they were virtually the same) when we lived in the mountains (I was 7 years old). It looked just like that one! It had (scratchy) mohair upholstery and one time when we were fishing, my dad let my friend Mike Beresford and I ride on the running boards while we drove down a dirt road to a fishing spot. It felt like we were doing 50 mph, but we were probably only doing about 10. There was even a heater outlet in the back. You opened a small door at the base of the back seat (near the floor) to get some heat back there.
Unfortunately, the old beast threw a rod when my dad was searching for work in Sacramento and we didn't have any money to repair it (or even get it towed, for that matter). He gave it to the owner of the gas station who got it off the freeway for him and had to take the bus back home.
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Tailfins. Tailfins, chrome, and an absurdly healthy postwar economy all contributed to the (still art, but) strange machines that came from the Detroit factories during the '50s.
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