My first car was a 1961 Mercury Comet. It had a 170 c.i. six cylinder engine and a two speed slushbox automatic. No power brakes, no power steering, no power engine. The engine burnt so much oil, the rings were shot, that my dad and I ran a radiator hose from the oil filler neck to the air filter intake horn. The smoking from under the hood was so bad that with out this custom air inlet system, people thought the engne was on fire. I think it was painted a sort of cream color, but it was so rusted out that you couldn't be sure. The seats were upholstered with that 1960's vinyl that was either whole or shredded -- nothing in between. The front seats were shredded. The back seats, as the guy who sold it to my dad put it "had never been sat in.'' It was a rolling wreck, but it started every day and got me wherever I wanted to go at a sedate pace (I just didn't go too very far away). This was in Detroit, Michigan, 1967.
Bill:weight_lift2: