Daddy had one before I was a glint in his eye and VERY shortly after I was born. His was a 35 Dodge 4 door sedan. He and his cousin were coming back to Macon from a fishing trip to Florida. They saw the car sittin on the side of the road. Shortly after that, they picked up the driver. The car had slung a rod. The guy who owned the car was tired of it and Daddy expressed interest. He signed it over to him free and clear.....literally free. Daddy found a little later model Plymouth engine and had that put in it and drove it for years. That's a cool car, but not that damn cool.
