Can we start to make real cars again?
1955 - ‘56?
The hard top version of one of those saved my butt in 1968. I was hit head on sitting at a light with both feet on the big brake petal. Then I saw it coming. The next thing I know my forehead bounced off the steering wheel my wire rim glasses were hanging by one ear and all I could see in front of me was a wall of green. I pushed out the passenger side and checked my parts. I was giddy because my body didn't have a dent. The front bumper was driven back over the tires. There wasn't a seat belt to be found in that car.