My father waxing the "yellow bomb," probably in 1962. He never had much luck with cars, except Chevys. The 1958 Plymouth had to be our worst, despite its flash and good looks. it burned oil to the point that my cousin used to joke that we would go to a gas station to "check the gas and fill up the oil." it was a disaster -- leaving clouds of blue smoke in the NYS Thruway as we traveled on our summer vacation to Lake Placid. Not all car memories are good memories, to say the least!
Hi folks -- got a call from my daughter from SD this morning -- sure do miss her! Also miss my own father, now long gone (October 25, 1983).
Best wishes,
John
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