| The finest car I ever knew was the one who got me to the church on time. She was a 1966 3-cylinder Saab 95 wagon 7-seater with a 2-stroke engine that, when it ran, sounded like an old dirt bike going downhill. Roger Harris rebuilt her from the frame up as I stood by "helping" and learning about such automotive innovations as free-wheeling and vacuum-powered windshield wipers. We painted her battleship gray. Paul Gibson cursed even more than usual every time I pushed her into his shop. But she had many advantages. As one of our readers wrote, "you could clean the interior by opening the doors and hosing it out." We received many complimentary stories and pictures about the cars and trucks you loved best. These pages carry ones the judges chose to publish. I wish we could have run more.
Michael Gery |