Reminiscing a bit here, but what are some of your family memories growing up around cars. My family had one car and no one drove but my father. He was never a car guy but loved his Packard as I recall and finally moved onto Buicks. Never could figure out his love for the Packard? He worked six to seven days a week as a carpenter and carried all his tools in the trunk so ample trunk space was first priority. We lived in a row home in the Philadelphia but I remember having to help him put snow chains on the Packard one winter night in a driving snow storm using a bumper jack. Imagine that, no garage, the horror! He had to get to work in the morning at all costs as there were seven mouths to feed. Think I was about seven years old and I'll never forget what a misery that was. Sure as heck remember having to help shovel him out of the snow and securing his parking spot after he left for work. Used trash cans in his spot to prevent parking spot thieves. Unless you lived in a snow belt city you have no idea what a pain in the ass that was. "I shoveled it, now it's mine mentality" Still an inner city tradition, only more territorial. In better weather when not working he'd wash the car and wax it using the old hard paste wax like "Simonize." Still remember rubbing wax off the Packard and especially the jet black 57 Buick. Shined like a pearl in the sun when done but was that ever a chore .