When I was very young, my dad bought – or maybe traded something for – a car from my Uncle Tom. It was 1954 Chevrolet that he listed on his 1963 taxes* as a “field car.” As I remember it was rather beat up and at first we kids weren't very thrilled about riding in it. But Dad knew how to get us to love it.
It didn't have seat belts of course so we could all stand in the backseat. There was a ‘rope’ across the back of the front seat that we could hold onto. The three of us were very close in age – so close that for part of the year our ages were consecutive, as in 3, 4, and 5. Dad would often pick all three of us up at once to carry us out to the car. It made for cleaner shoes I am sure. Dad called the car “Supercar” and as we bounced down the long lane of our farm, we would all yell, “Sooopercar!”
When my dad quit farming to go back to school, he got rid of that old car but we never forgot it.
I don’t have a photo of it, but I found this photo on the Serious Wheels website.
Image Copyright Serious Wheels