broommaker
Senior Member
A friend give me a POPULAR SCIENCE MONTHLY, Sept. 1954. A fine article I would to share, will be several.Sometimes when Detroit unwraps its latest wonder-the newest blend of gleam and gadget devised to make you discontented with what's in the garage-I think dreamily back to a sweetheart of a car that they don't make anymore. Like many long-ago sweethearts, she was gawky, even a little googy, with plain-Jane virtues. But the Model A Ford was also, in case you've forgotten, one of the most wonderfully satisfying cars ever built. The Model A was an uncommonly willing car, like a friendly farm dog. (Ever noticed how some cars really don't want to go? They sit silently in the garage, morosely pondering what trouble to have next. Or else they behave like a child actresses, coughing theatrically in the carburetor throat or stalling petulantly in the driveway.) The Model A, in contrast, had the personality of a puppy: it wiggled all over, it wanted to go, it ignored mistreatment, and it ran until you shot it through the heart.
More to come
Jim Norris
