Growing up, we lived at the bottom of a big valley which was on top of a big hill/mountain. When the police chief lived on our street, it got plowed pronto. Otherwise, it was a complete disaster.
We and several of our neighbors owned corvairs, which we all loved so much. That little car would whip around all the other vehicles which were stuck in the middle of the road, trying to get up the hill. Oh, the memories.
Yeah, I still remember big Cadillacs spinning their wheels in icy parking lots in Chicago, but my stick shift 64 Corvair could go around them like it was a dry summer day. All because it had lot of weight on rear wheels with the rear air-cooled engine, which required no anti-freeze or water pump and hoses to leak. But then I got some raises and splurged on a brand new Impala with all the goodies.
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