I remember it was about 1947 and grandpa was still driving a T bone. I sneaked into it and sat behind the wheel. It wasn't like dad's '37 Ford. That day, I also discovered that the starter control was on the floor. I ran off before I was caught.
Don't remember a T in the family; but I vividly recall Dad's 1928 Chevy, which he traded in 1940 for a 36 Ford fordor with trunk on the back. Good times.
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