Yeah the Packard made it but Gramma bitched about the wind noise and how cold it was in the winter. Granpa muttered something about “When that little bastard grows up and gets a job, he’ll buy me two doors.” whenever we went to dinners. My Dad offered to make reparations but Granpa liked to stare at me with red manic eyes and mutter. So I let him. By the way, the car was willed to me.
LOL, so in a way Ya shot Your own foot;)
Did You ever find the bearing?
That sounds like quite a scene. What ever happened to that car?