A 1950, black Ford convertible. I was in love with it and mounted four new tires (not even recaps...) at Dad's insistence. Also installed 'spiffy seatcovers (from JC Whitney as I recall).
It was great, but after driving it for about six months I began to realize the financial drain it represented with gas, insurance, maintenance, etc. I sold the Ford and bought a 10-speed bicycle!
Dad had a 1960 VW (36hp, with no gas gauge as I recall) and I was able to talk him into using it for 'dates ... and it always came with a full tank of gas. :-)
Best,
Casey
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