Many years ago I owned a dark green, 1952 GMC pickup truck. Of all the vehicles I have owned, this one stands out as my favorite. It had a first gear that was so low, the truck seemed to be clomping forward, one tire at a time. To start the truck, you had to stomp on a floor starter with your right foot. The stick was floor mounted and gave off a very satisfying grate and growl if you didn’t quite hit your gear. No radio. Mediocre heater. The windshield wipers ran on some sort of odd power that increased when you hit the gas but languished if you were coasting.
I’d ride up high, bouncing along on the bench seat as I drove the curving roads at night on the way home from my four-to-midnight job as a houseparent at the Residential Treatment Center for Adolescents. Like some sort of rare gem, the truck had curving side/rear windows–a feature that did not last into the newer models. Unfortunately, we traded this truck for two young heifers that I never liked and a 1954 Buick with a cracked head that needed to be bump started.
What was your favorite vehicle?