Guess I’m the only one who remembers them. Excuse me while I sit in my rocker in front of the fireplace and finish knitting a sweater for my cat.
Not the only one; I was 16 in 1956. My first car was a ‘52 Chevy coupe with stick shift, dual pipes and a suicide knob on the steering wheel. I used to wax it and use baby powder to finish it off. Was great at the drive in.