Those of us who went to high school in the late 50s coveted Detroit’s best offerings. Check out these cars, then see a few recollections that follow.
57 Chev
Bill Ashurst had a two-door sedan version. It was mfg’d as a salesman’s car so it had no back seat, only a flat floor covered with rubber matting. We always teased Bill that he and his date could get back there and roll around. Instead, Bill rolled the car.
Bill also pranged his first car, a 49 Ford sedan. He was driving with Pat Ritz, out selling for George The Eggman. Somehow, Bill lost it in the hills of Danville, crossed the line, slammed into a hillside, and then popped back on the road. His door flew open, ejecting Bill into the ditch, where he scampered along on all fours at 30 mph. Pat careened across the seat, grabbed the wheel on his way by and took over the driving! Bill suffered multiple cuts and discomfort.
Bill also delivered for George The Eggman in a Divco milk truck. One drove this thing standing up, so the braking was via a big lever on the left. As Bill pulled the lever down he also would push the steering wheel up with his other hand. Braking in the milk truck included an unintended left turn.
This was not Bill’s fault. I tried it and did the same thing. And you haven’t lived until you have shifted a worn out milk truck while driving standing up.
57 Chev - Part 2
I was the delivery boy for Maguire’s Pharmacy in 1958/59. Bob Nye passed the job to me. Many fun vehicles, including a pair of matching 57 Chev two doors, each with the straight 6 and 3 speed manual. I would drag race other guys in these while I was out delivering.
60 Plymouth Fury
Carolyn Kellaway had one of these. Had the push button tranny on the dash. Wallowed like a motorboat, dangerously grabby brakes and the steering wheel felt connected to nothing. No wonder Chrysler is finally going broke.
Carolyn and I once went on a double date in this car. Dick Telford went with her and I dated the daughter of first baseman Ferris Roy Fain. Michelle Fain was an American classic and ahead of her time. Built like the proverbial brick out building, she loved to prance around her neighborhood in a bikini with man’s shirt thrown over her shoulders. This was the late 50s and nobody had ever seen a bikini. I recall she wore a knit dress on our date and that was about it. The rest is a blur…
And oh yes: Deep bow to Carolyn for the 39 Buick project.
59 Impala
My dad bought 61 version of this car for my bro’s to drive. Sears had just started selling Michelin tires so we put those on it. The monster could corner.
58 Edsel Citation Convertible
Another drug store delivery boy memory. This is the exact model I drove as often as I could. Top down, Raybans, the sun creating scalp cancer thru my crew cut.
It had the shift buttons in the center of the steering wheel and a bathroom scale speedometer. One night out on Wiget I redlined it in 1st gear all the way to 69 mph. Then the engine blew up. Oh no! I’m dead!! But I had only floated the valves, which quickly returned to service. That was a learning experience.
56 Chev 210
My folks had a station wagon of this model and color. I had read in The Reader's Digest that many jet fighter pilots had taught themselves to drive before high school by just taking out the family car. Hey, I could be a pilot. So I took off one night in the 8th Grade. Did fine until that tree jumped out in front of me. $500.00 damages and killed the tree. But I drove home!
58 Chev Brookwood
Bought one of these station wagons very used at Aberdeen Proving Ground in Maryland in 1965. Then drove it back to Calif. It was quite zippy. In one 3-hour stretch in Nevada I covered over 280 miles.
58 De Soto
Company car of Dick Telford’s dad. I recall this thing had a 345 hemi with a 4 barrel carb. Back then one never honked, we simply “burned out”. Driving thru the WC Shopping Center Dick spotted some girls and floored it. Unfortunately, at that moment I was gulping a Hokie’s shake, which blasted into both my ears.
Strange that Dick showed off for the girls. RIP, my friend.
59 Mercury
My Dad owned one a few years later than this. A freeze plug rotted out while I was driving Grandma and my wife Nannette in it in the Berkeley Hills. Pop drove it home, then fixed it himself. This is detailed in my family memoir, The Boy Mechanic.
1956 Cadillac Series 62 Coupe de Ville
My Dad owned this exact model. I think I used it one Christmas to deliver parcels for the post office and my Brother Dick later used it to deliver newspapers to CC Times paperboys. This thing had a trunk.
1960 Imperial Crown Convertible
A senior year girl friend Debbie Dean’s mom had something similar: a white Chrysler 300F Convertible. This monster had a 413 ci V8 putting out 380 hp. It was hard to jockey around on fire roads during after dark events. So I would have Debbie go on ahead with a flashlight to avoid going over a cliff. Not good in a convertible.
We really enjoyed her mom loaning us the car as Debbie was taller than I. When we went out in my 40 Ford coupe, we occasionally had to open both doors for “clearance”. (Those of you with hyper-memory will recall that my 40 was rodded up by Barry Bertanni. Debbie kept company with Barry at that time. She really liked that 40 Ford.)
1959 Ford Thunderbird
This was my car when I met my wife Nannette! After my 63 Rambler suffered a timing gear failure, I traded it broken to a friend who worked in a service station. He had just fixed up the tranny on a hardtop version of this same Thunderbird and gave it to me for $225 plus the Rambler. (Don’t laugh at the Rambler. It came with a Chevy 348 V8 with a 4-barrel carb. Very fast although it looked dorky.)
1960 Dodge Dart Pioneer
This was not a good car. Way too big for its little 6 cyl engine. Rich Railton had a 61 or so Dodge Polara when I came back from college. 413 ci V8. It was what the CHP used. One night we were testing its aerial capabilities in the Walnut Knolls. We found that 70 mph over a hill on Blackwood Drive gave us a some air. It’s a bird, it’s a plane!
1957 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz
I wish I had experience with this car, but I do not. I recall it came with some aluminum body parts, like my current little Lincoln LS. In fact my Lincoln has a solid aluminum V6 engine, block and heads both. And the engine is DOHC. I wonder if any of the owners actually know that?
52 Chev Styleline
My maternal grandfather was a Ford dealer before the Depression. After being royally screwed by Ford, he drove Chevies for the rest of his life. He had a 1950 version of this car. Whenever he drove, he chain smoked cigars down to their stubs, then finished them off in a corncob pipe.
On the weekends he parked on a sloping lane, which ran into Main Street. I discovered that depressing the clutch let the car roll forward until I pulled up my foot. So I put my younger brother Dick on the roof and Little Jimmy next to me on the front seat. We were having the greatest ride in little 2-foot segments when the adults spotted us. They were so scared we didn’t even get whipped. I was eight years old.
1954 Mercury Sun Valley
Strange to see this boring car here, but my Brother Jim had the two-door version. He and his pal Bruce would line it up heading south on the RR tracks where they crossed Walker near the WC Safeway. Then they would idle along in Low at 4 or 5 mph down the tracks, sitting on the roof, drinking beer and waving at the horsey girls in Danville. Ah the good old days…