My father was the first to admit that he regarded cars as a necessary evil. My mother never even got a driver's license. Despite these facts, they had a string of cars cool enough to satisfy the taste of their son who was born with the recessive car crazy gene.
Of all the cars I remember riding in as a kid, the one I was most proud to be seen in was our 1959 Pontiac Bonneville four door hardtop. It had a white top over a bright red body and a sparkling, multi-hue copper/brass/gold interior. Best of all, it was powered by a 389 cubic inch V8 which was fed through three, two barrell carbs. In classic fashion, the intrigue of the Tripower was totally lost on my dad, who would only complain about the bad gas mileage and the need to use premium fuel.
I'm guessing everyone had a favorite car memory from their childhood. What was yours?
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