The ‘55 is all shiny, but the paper is clean as a whistle. I wish I was so good that I didn’t need to mask.
All these women reminded me of a very special lady in my life. Our Grandmother from California who loved her 2door Chevy's. A short woman who drove with blocks on her pedals. Here she is with her 54 Chevy that she traded in on her very last car which was a 56 Belair. She would let me take my Wife out around North Hollywood and LA in the 56 when we would visit in the early 70's.
The Jalopy Journal
