Stories of travels in your wagon past

He drove the Mercedes for a few years. We moved to Quebec with it, and our house had stove oil heat. So he got one of the big tanks and used to fill it up from that (no road tax). Quebec didn't get Natural Gas until 1963 or 1964. He traded it for a 1958 Golden Hawk, and got mom a 1954 2-door Monarch. He finally got the car itch. The Mpnarch melted from roadsalt, and mom got a new Corvair wagon, which she wrote off all by herself, with me as the 'wake-her-upper' on an ice patch. Nobody hurt, just rattled. The car sideswiped a tree and backed into a rockface. Toasted.

The Studebaker got traded in for the new 1964 Stude wagon. Mom's car period. Dad got a 1961 Chevy pickup to move us from a suburban house to a downtown walkup house for my mom's store.

From 1966, there were more cars every year than most folks get in their lifetime. Pop got the racing itch. And the tickets to prove it.