firedome
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57 Ford wagon
this car
this car
your Teenage lust cars...
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We had the same model Country Sedan as a kid but a 58.
I always thought that 57’ Fords were nice looking cars, especially the Sunliner convertibles My aunt and uncle had a 57’ Ford Fairlane 4 dr in this same color combo. The 57’ Ford wagons were better looking than the 57’ Chevy wagons IMHO.
Eddie
Eddie
justjunque
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Roger,
Ironically, that Ford wagon is now a car to lust for!
Barry
Ironically, that Ford wagon is now a car to lust for!
Barry
That looks good in blue and white.
My Uncle Kell had a '57 Fairlane 4 Dr that was yellow and white. After it quit sometime in the 60's, it was put out back by the pond, and it quickly deteriorated. Sometime in the late 70's, my cousin Mike decided to set fire to it. Its burned out shell sat there for a few years, then got hauled away to the scrapyard.
My neighbors the McLaughlins had a '55 or '56 Ford wagon in red.
My Uncle Kell had a '57 Fairlane 4 Dr that was yellow and white. After it quit sometime in the 60's, it was put out back by the pond, and it quickly deteriorated. Sometime in the late 70's, my cousin Mike decided to set fire to it. Its burned out shell sat there for a few years, then got hauled away to the scrapyard.
My neighbors the McLaughlins had a '55 or '56 Ford wagon in red.
Big Chrysler’s: the ‘70 Newport four door hardtop across the street, we begged the neighbor we owned it to go through a car wash in on a drive just for to fess the pillar-less windows would let the water through between the panes...
The guy who could have been my future father-in-law or should have me chased me away from his daughter with a shot gun had a ‘74 2-door New Yorker, my mad crush’s older sister briefly drove (& was “that girl” jealous of me falling for big sis when she told me to leave her alone, while she later told me she was “too old for me and my 9th grade and 10th grade stuck in middle school schtick while she was Junior and Senior and somehow briefly attended a class that let out before mine a few years later at a college I attended as she probably pretended I wasn’t there, as my stare burned through her, while at least the “might have been” we walked the same way from high school with though she did a good job not to make it together, while our paths crossed years later if I was driving to a trade school I was attended while the street I crossed seemed to have her drive by in an inherited Chevy Citation older sis got and briefly drove first when big Chrysler must have kicked the bucket!)
That brings the middle school principal’s New Yorker, also hardtop four door, light green exterior and dark green interior, with rally road wheels and an unknown year of either ‘77 or ‘78... No way getting in good with that guy on me being the car freak I was admiring his ride, and somehow standing next to it parked with all the windows down while all the rest of the kids were playing on the playground junk at an elective outside recess we were privileged to have, but I neglected to see and know about whether the car had an automatic climate control or manual Cold and Hot/Cool and Warm, and even the automatic headlight control with or without a dimmer—and I was just learning about those kinds of things, mostly being familiar with cars that didn’t have such gadgets... This was only in 8th grade, my last year at MS and the previous principal retired, so only one year with the John Sebastian lookalike, but no singing “Do You Believe In Magic” or “Daydream” and my favorite Lovin’Spoonful has always been “You Didn’t Have To Be So Nice” and that was my ‘45’ for a crush I had on in 6th grade, through 7th grade, when tgat later one took over—no, that principal would have sooner been the kind to yell at me for running in the hall and going back to make me walk and even giving me a detention, seeing as how my teenage car lust drove me to “driving those rides” real fast between classes, but luckily no half hour sitting in a makeshift after school prison, ever, either... (well he did ask a counselor I was in her office for “if this was being straightened out” real sternly for some other stuff I was frequently in and out of trouble for—ramping up my rival for some of these chicks, with a nasty note put in his locker, and he who before accused me of sticking him with a pin and me once had interrogated by the middle school brass a year, when he, a grade below me attended behind me, before that)...
— Dave
The guy who could have been my future father-in-law or should have me chased me away from his daughter with a shot gun had a ‘74 2-door New Yorker, my mad crush’s older sister briefly drove (& was “that girl” jealous of me falling for big sis when she told me to leave her alone, while she later told me she was “too old for me and my 9th grade and 10th grade stuck in middle school schtick while she was Junior and Senior and somehow briefly attended a class that let out before mine a few years later at a college I attended as she probably pretended I wasn’t there, as my stare burned through her, while at least the “might have been” we walked the same way from high school with though she did a good job not to make it together, while our paths crossed years later if I was driving to a trade school I was attended while the street I crossed seemed to have her drive by in an inherited Chevy Citation older sis got and briefly drove first when big Chrysler must have kicked the bucket!)
That brings the middle school principal’s New Yorker, also hardtop four door, light green exterior and dark green interior, with rally road wheels and an unknown year of either ‘77 or ‘78... No way getting in good with that guy on me being the car freak I was admiring his ride, and somehow standing next to it parked with all the windows down while all the rest of the kids were playing on the playground junk at an elective outside recess we were privileged to have, but I neglected to see and know about whether the car had an automatic climate control or manual Cold and Hot/Cool and Warm, and even the automatic headlight control with or without a dimmer—and I was just learning about those kinds of things, mostly being familiar with cars that didn’t have such gadgets... This was only in 8th grade, my last year at MS and the previous principal retired, so only one year with the John Sebastian lookalike, but no singing “Do You Believe In Magic” or “Daydream” and my favorite Lovin’Spoonful has always been “You Didn’t Have To Be So Nice” and that was my ‘45’ for a crush I had on in 6th grade, through 7th grade, when tgat later one took over—no, that principal would have sooner been the kind to yell at me for running in the hall and going back to make me walk and even giving me a detention, seeing as how my teenage car lust drove me to “driving those rides” real fast between classes, but luckily no half hour sitting in a makeshift after school prison, ever, either... (well he did ask a counselor I was in her office for “if this was being straightened out” real sternly for some other stuff I was frequently in and out of trouble for—ramping up my rival for some of these chicks, with a nasty note put in his locker, and he who before accused me of sticking him with a pin and me once had interrogated by the middle school brass a year, when he, a grade below me attended behind me, before that)...
— Dave
vacerator
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Just no!
Not the Chrysler "fuselage" era cars, but the late 50's Ford wagons. A mom when I was in first grade kept offering me a ride to school in one. Well I didn't know her from adam, and didn't know my parents knew her. I thought she was trying to kidnap me, and ran every time as fast as I could. Come to think of it, everybody in that small town knew everybody. Her son was in my class. He wanted to be bud's he said. I regret it now, I bet he's hot! We moved up here two weeks later.
Not the Chrysler "fuselage" era cars, but the late 50's Ford wagons. A mom when I was in first grade kept offering me a ride to school in one. Well I didn't know her from adam, and didn't know my parents knew her. I thought she was trying to kidnap me, and ran every time as fast as I could. Come to think of it, everybody in that small town knew everybody. Her son was in my class. He wanted to be bud's he said. I regret it now, I bet he's hot! We moved up here two weeks later.
