Just a few I snapped walking around today.
How often do you see two Crosleys, let alone a pickup?
Yeah, it is a Chevy, but I would drive it. Those straight six engines were no dogs.
Again, not a Chevy fan but, damn! Bet some readers even know where the fuel filler is located.
Maybe the best year, 1957.
Fun as a weekend cruiser. Doubt I could get my old fat body into it.
Off roading, anyone?
I drive by this store often. Next door is a gun store. Two doors down is the Post Office where I have a box. Lucky, in a way, I'm not rich. Temptation would own me.