So we took that big Impala to Texas with us, and 6 months later we gave it up when Bill was transferred to Germany. That was 1968, and once there, we paid $50 for a red 1954 VW. Let me tell you. That 14 year old VW stickshift was a good car!
We sold it to another GI, and that's where it met its demise. One day, still in Germany, the GI's wife was driving it when a bee got into the car and started bothering her. It landed on the dashboard in front of her. She was trying to usher it towards the window, when she lost control of the wheel and the car crashed. She was okay, but the VW could not be saved. I never found out about the bee.
In the thread that Susie started, she mentioned the cost of life in the 60s. I don't have a photo of the Corvair, but I have one of my '67 Impala. It cost me $3000, which was almost as much as my starting salary a year earlier as a Lab tech in a hospital.
When the 1967 model year arrived, my dad bought a brand-spanking-new 1966 Chevy Impala two-door. Mom was livid. Not that he bought a brand-new car -- that was fine. But there were FOUR kids in our family, and she hated the inevitable wrangling that ensued every time we had to get in the car. She wished he would have bought the four-door version.
I was 5 or 6 when Daddy brought that car home -- in 1978, he drove me to college in it. All four of us learned how to drive in it, which might be why I still have issues parallel parking - that thing was a behemoth!
Oh boy. Parallel parking.
I learned to drive in an old 54 Buick. I was 12 and I drove it around my great grandparents' farm in the flatlands of central KY. Too young, of course, but I drove it on the farm anyway. I got my license in a 58 Oldsmobile, I think. I can't remember, but a huge boxy mountain of a car. Parallel parking nearly destroyed me since it was done in the middle of downtown and the middle of downtown was uphill/downhill and that car was as wide as the street I was on.
How did we ever do it? When I got this photo out to show it to you, I was surprised at how big it was! Yet I too must have parallel parked it.
I remember the very specific instructions I learned about parallel parking in Driver Ed class in high school. And I guess it is the same rule for any sized car. Drive up to the car you want to park behind. Slowly back straight up. When your front passenger door reaches the car's back tire, slow down more and cut your wheel hard clockwise. Continue backing into the space. Slowly straighten the wheel and when your front fender reaches the rear of the car, cut your wheel hard, counter-clockwise. If you did it right, your tires won't hit the curb and you can cut your wheel back to straighten it and pull forward. Piece of cake~!
Oh, but then if you've parked on an incline, then you have to cut your wheels so that they are pointed into the street, because if you start rolling backward, the cut of the wheel will make your car back into the curb instead of rolling straight into the car behind it.
Ah, yes. My town was flat, but we had to go to another town for our road test. It was very, very hilly there. So I needed to remember that. But fortunately, the test was done on the main street, which was flat. I passed.