In 1936, when I was 18 and single, I bought a 1928 Nash that was, as they say, nearly new.
It had been up on blocks for the last four years, getting there after the owner was hit by a car and was no longer able to drive.
That Nash was one beautiful car: The upholstery was very rich-looking, and practically new.
I was very lucky to be able to get it, especially for the $75 it cost me.
The piston rings were frozen in the engine, so the car needed an overhaul before I could drive it.
Unfortunately, the new rings were so tight, we had to push the car practically around the block to get it started.
The only other problem was a cracked brass carburetor bowl and some dried-out tires.
The ride was a bit bumpy – canvas straps served as shock absorbers – but who cared?
I kept the car for about five years, then sold it to a neighbor. He jacked it up, put a 20-inch sawblade on the rear wheels and used it to cut firewood.
After I married, I kept telling my wife about my beautiful Nash, and what a wonderful car it was.
Many years later, on a trip through Pennsylvania, we stopped at an antique car show: There was my car, or at least one just like it, same olive green color and all.
It brought back many memories, and it was so nice to show my wife, Pat, what I had been raving about all those years.
I never had a picture of mine, so it was real nice to get one.
Tony Rosamilia lives near Boca Raton.
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