Our 52 Dodge was a semi-automatic. No kidding. You had to use a clutch to get into first gear, but after that the transmission would shift on it's own.
"Nellie" was one tough car. My dad drove it to Hamilton Standard for ten years and then it became the "kid's car". 190,000 miles. My sisters and older brother all took it to school and on dates until they went to college then I got to drive it to all the make-out spots in several Connecticut counties. It had a back seat the size of a sofa. Ah,
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Rocky Neck State Park!! I drove Nell to work and to school and over to East Hartford to practice playing folk music with the Tobacco Valley Singers
Anyway, when I joined the USAF my older brother took it back and started driving Nellie up to Winooski, Vermont to school. It was on one of those long Green Mountain climbs that she gasped her last. That was in December of 1971. I remember it well. I got a letter from my brother and he mentioned in passing that Nellie had ... died.
I was depressed for a month.
260,000 miles, three paint jobs, umpteen sets of tires and snow treads, and at the end all of her windows worked and the semi-automatic clutch (only replaced twice) was fully functional. Couldn't they have at least TRIED to save her one more time???
Joe(I've had lots of cars since but none that were as solid)Nation