__________________________________________________________________________________________ Damn HRP I lived the same story When I was 14 with my Dad pretty much, 2 years before the Kiser, red headed girl. I cut grass and had a paper route also. That began in '50 in a small rural community south of Seattle. Mr. Smiley and his wife lived just up the street, he and his wife early 70's I'd guess. I cut their grass every Monday, spring, summer, and fall. They came out of the depression years...…the house was never painted and it matched the garage/shop also. Once I caught a glimpse of a car in the garage. There was only one light bulb hanging down, but the light from the windows showed it to be purple of all things. I saw it again a couple of years later when he pulled it out, "Just to make sure it ran", said he. So by this time I knew it was a '32 Sedan, Victoria no less. Painted with a brush, with lime green stock spoke wheels. We got paved roads when I was 14 in the whole valley and that is how I remember when this happened. 1953 and walking home from that yellow kiddy thingy and passed by Mr. Smiley tending his roses. He calls out to me, " Larry are you driving yet, do you have a license?" I can't lie, not to Mr. Smiley so say "no." What came out next is the honest truth. He said, "I want to give you my car". NO SHIT!!! Well not quite that, but close. So it is sitting out beside the house, I go through the gate, go up to it and he says," get in and start it". He gets in shot gun and coaches me in driving it 3 houses down and park it in my yard. WHOA, I'm beside myself, nervous, shocked, don't know what to think!! I thank him, he walks home and I don't know what to do. Well there is only me, my brother and our Dad in our family, mom left in '49 and now dads chasing some slut (who he did marry later) down the street after he gets home precisely at 4:10 every afternoon, and Gary and I damn well better be there. He pulls in driving his 46 maroon Ford, gets out and says to me, with Gary in tow, "What the hell is the piece of junk doing in my yard" ??? Well back it went in the garage, I never saw it again. Never forgave him for allowing me not have a 32 Vicky but POS 47 Kaiser was ok a couple of years later. Side note: 18 yrs old, graduate, job at Boeing, first good car, cherry '50 ford 2 dr, black. Bought from a barber in the neighborhood, fall of '57, 21,000 miles. I took the bumper guards off the front and he pitched a bitch.