My first one was a 1963 Ford Fairlane. It was passed down through the family until it finally reached me. It was Dad's car when we bought it. Then Mom got it, then my brother (I don't know how the engine and transmission survived his ownership), then my older sister, and then, finally, me. I had a wreck in it once in which I was pinned against a tree, and the driver side door was completely turned back against the front of the car and the window smashed. I couldn't get the door to latch closed again, so after that I just drove it with the door wire-hangered shut as much as I could get it. Winter that year was an experience! Let's just say that I bundled up when I drove anywhere.
