The Hilton Head Island Concours d'Elegance & Motoring Festival is this weekend, and it has us thinking about cars -- specifically, the first ones we owned.
Thanks to Felix Lowe of Hilton Head Island who shared the story of a 1937 Ford he received from his uncle:
"World War II was over and Detroit was making cars again. People were anxious to trade in their old cars but had to wait. That included my Uncle Jimmy.
"Finally, he got a call from a dealer who told him a new car was available, but that he did not want my uncle's 1937 Ford on a trade-in. So Uncle Jimmy asked my parents if he could give the car to me. They said yes. I was 16, and fate had smiled on me. I had a car.
"The 14-year-old Ford was a total rust bucket. The salt on winter's ice-covered streets had taken its toll. But I didn't care. Nor did I care that the hinges on the driver-side door were so rusty you had to pick the door up and slam it shut. And I did not care that the front seat floorboards were completely rusted through. A couple of well-placed boards took care of that problem.
"Well, those boards turned out to be a bit of a problem when I went to get my driver's license. I learned too late that the boards on the passenger's side had slipped out of place and the policeman who rode with me during the driving test put his leg through the floorboard. The fumes that came up through the hole did not help my case, but I guess the officer had kids of his own and I passed the test.
"Not only did I have a car, I had a license."