It was a head turner, a dream car, and "chick magnet". All true, unless you were paying for the repairs. In that case it was a nightmare headache, all rolled into an irresistible package. Grandpa Cy would work on it, but every time he did he managed to have a bag of leftover parts. Jeff and I drove it to Loyola Marymount only to be stranded in in Hollywood. It overheated, its windshield wipers flew off intermittently, the top worked "most of the time", in other words, it was perfect.
I loved this car and I will always remember the day I saw it "For Sale". Even more present is the memory of the day that my Dad said, "Let's go get it".
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