Originally posted by user4
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My first real car was a 1949 Ford Club coupe, flathead V8. Circa 1970, my dad noticed an identical car had been parked at the door stoop, so close you could not fully open the screen door, of a small house in Littlefield, TX for several years. On inquiry, the resident of the house said the car had belonged to his deceased father who parked it there to repair a radiator leak. by the time the radiator was repaired they had another car and did not need the Ford.
I gave him $50 for the car, aired up the right rear tire, tow barred it 300 miles to Fort Worth without incident, changed the oil, installed new battery and started it. Then I took it apart and restored it mechanically and cosmetically. My son drove it to OSU his freshman year before upgrading to an Austin-Healy that he restored and traded for newish Trans-AM.
I brought the Ford along when I move to OKC mid-1970s. I kinda started collecting Thunderbirds of every body style. I had about eight cars and was running out of parking space. I drove the coupe to work occasionally. Guy at the office, apparently with a nostalgia quirk, made me an offer I could not refuse. I sold it.
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