And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
After the most outstanding '57 with its tailfins proudly sticking up, the '58 with its lack of style with its "indented dimples" in the rear, was a total disappointment to me.
My grandpa had one, hard top though, had that keyless ignition, speaker middle of the back seat, top ten blaring rock and roll, it was metal flake sea foam green color, seats to match, big steering wheel with the chrome half ring horn bar, remember adults driving us around with cocktails between their legs, even once stopping along main street, policemen walks over asking about the car, didn't look twice at the open drinks they had, just about my earliest memory, Pop and grandma, my grandma was a stunning beautiful nurse, before marrying my Pop, she dated Babe Ruth, later, they took in a kid older than me raised him till 18, Chickie was his name, his dad was one if the Boston Brinks heist robbers, the guy they found Brinks money in his office wall, he kinda knew at some point they where going to off him, day he asked Pop and Gram to take in Chickie, they shot him dead in the front yard in front if Chickie, he was pretty screwed up from watching his dad murdered, but my grandparents where from another America, if they had one dollar left and you needed it more than them they would give it to you, they doted real carefully on Chickie, I think that saved him, they took me in and raised me till i was 14. They had a huge influence on me, saved me from worse things later in life, just because they had this unconditional love for others. Its why I remember that Chevy so well, it was always fun with them, life never got them down, think it was in part being great depression teenagers.
Love, love, love the 59
ReplyDeleteIs that a "WAS HIS" plate?
ReplyDeleteNo customized plates in '56, in fact that doesn't look like a legit plate.
Delete57, 58, 59 were standout Chevy years for style. My fave is the 58 Impala ragtop.
ReplyDeleteAfter the most outstanding '57 with its tailfins proudly sticking up, the '58 with its lack of style with its "indented dimples" in the rear, was a total disappointment to me.
DeleteI would agree on the 58 Impala ragtop
ReplyDeletewith a 348 tri power and 4 speed
red-white top and white interior
I'd trade my 63 409 for one like that
Nice ass.
ReplyDeleteIs it my imagination, or have those fins been widened? I don't remember them sticking out past the taillights and fender.
ReplyDeleteMy grandpa had one, hard top though, had that keyless ignition, speaker middle of the back seat, top ten blaring rock and roll, it was metal flake sea foam green color, seats to match, big steering wheel with the chrome half ring horn bar, remember adults driving us around with cocktails between their legs, even once stopping along main street, policemen walks over asking about the car, didn't look twice at the open drinks they had, just about my earliest memory, Pop and grandma, my grandma was a stunning beautiful nurse, before marrying my Pop, she dated Babe Ruth, later, they took in a kid older than me raised him till 18, Chickie was his name, his dad was one if the Boston Brinks heist robbers, the guy they found Brinks money in his office wall, he kinda knew at some point they where going to off him, day he asked Pop and Gram to take in Chickie, they shot him dead in the front yard in front if Chickie, he was pretty screwed up from watching his dad murdered, but my grandparents where from another America, if they had one dollar left and you needed it more than them they would give it to you, they doted real carefully on Chickie, I think that saved him, they took me in and raised me till i was 14. They had a huge influence on me, saved me from worse things later in life, just because they had this unconditional love for others.
ReplyDeleteIts why I remember that Chevy so well, it was always fun with them, life never got them down, think it was in part being great depression teenagers.
My Dad had one in red, without that godawful kit. Beautiful car.
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