Thread: car stories

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i will start with my very first rememberance of a car .. i was three years old in 1958 .. every friday was payday for my father and that meant he would be bringing home a 6 pack of double cola`s and a half gallon of neopoliton ice cream ( choc - van- and strawberry ) in the same box .. being the baby of the family i got first chance to eat my fill .. so every friday i sat on the front poarch and waited for that green 1954 ford to pull up ( at three i knew that car ) ... suddenly a green 54 ford pulls in the drive .. i run out as always and quickly latch on to the the leg of what i thought was my dad as he exited the car .. the person drags me to the front door and was knocking on it .. about the very same time my father drove up and while he was prying me off the leg of this stranger with me screaming " no " daddy daddy .. " my father sad " son " if you think this man is you father i may need to have a talk with your mom .. i did`nt know who my dad was but i knew that 1954 ford