This 2012 file photo shows 15 deteriorating Packard automobiles in the partially fenced-in backyard at 1106 Rhode Island.

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skinny 5 years, 11 months ago

After all these years??? Give me a break! let it be.

Ron Holzwarth 5 years, 11 months ago

When I was in high school, there was a black 1950 Packard Clipper 4 door in remarkably good condition for sale for about $500. It had about 60,000 miles and it ran fine, and I wanted that car so badly! One rust spot, the interior was perfect, and there was not a dent in it. I spent hours and hours looking at it, and I never did get to drive it. My father refused to let me buy it.

Although the gray 1936 Plymouth that also ran fine was very inexpensive also, I didn't like it so much because it was obviously not a luxury car. And, as I recall, it also had no dents.

But one of my favorite cars, and I begged and begged my father to let me buy it, even though I didn't have a driver's license yet, was a black 1949 "bathtub" Nash, and it ran fine and was absolutely wonderful in every way, and for sale for only $50!

The man selling the car told me that there wasn't a thing wrong with the 1949 Nash, except maybe it could use a little work on the brakes.

For some reason, that didn't worry me at all. After all, I was more worried about going than stopping.

Ever after that, any Nash was the finest car in the world, obviously much better than any Rolls Royce or Ferrari could ever be. The 1959 Nash Rambler was wonderful, I did have one of those in black and white for a while, and I was crushed when my father sold it to someone that did lot love it anything like I did. To him, it was just a cheap car. After he junked it in an alley, I rode my bicycle to look at it again for hours and hours.

Of course, the very best car that that the world has ever seen was the 1938 Nash one seat business coupe. I dreamed and dreamed of owning a beautiful example of one that I perhaps could have purchased rather cheaply. It needed just a tiny bit of work, such as rechroming the bumpers, a radiator, new tires, all new hoses, an entire drive train, a lot of rust removed, a paint job, a complete interior, new windows, quite a few miscellaneous parts, and it would have been nice to get the bullet holes removed.

There was another Nash roadster that I loved very much. It was a few years older, but it needed a bit more work than that.

And there was that sweet, sweet, sweet 1962 Studebaker Lark with the 6 cylinder in light blue. It also ran fine, had no dents, and I loved that car so very much, and although I don't remember exactly what it was, the price was very attractive. I think it was about $700.

And so what did I end up with? A light metallic blue 1965 Chevrolet Impala 2 door hardtop with about 52,000 miles that my father had purchased from the original owner, and except for one tiny rip in the upholstery, it was absolutely perfect.

I hated that car with a passion, and I did everything I possibly could to ruin it. I managed to crack two of the pistons. It is amazing but true that the transmission still worked after I was done with it.

And today, I sure would love to have that light blue 1965 Chevrolet Impala 2 door hardtop.

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