My father owned this exact car in the early 60's—in fact he took his driver's test in it. In New Westminster, B.C.—a city that has those little rungs on the sidewalk because the hills are so steep. Which my dad had to parallel park on. With broken glasses. In a Model A. With a crank start. He has and always will be a sucker for punishment—but at least he’s a sucker for punishment with vehicular panache...
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