Sorry, I got interrupted.
That is actually me in my first car. Circa 19252. Like most of my cars, I drove that baby until the wheels fell off. Well, not exactly. I drove it until I was too big for it. Handed it to my younger brother. It was in the family for five boys for over 14 years. They do not build them like that any more. I would lay odds it is hanging from a Cracker Barrel ceiling somewhere. As my wife and I frequent them in our travels, I may one day find it.
Of all my early cars, the '65 Plymouth convertible was my favorite. Standard 318 V/8 Sport Fury, it was the one my fiancé' insisted on over the '65 Bonneville I wanted. Like her, it was the best choice, in cars, I ever made. Over 100K put on it with no major repairs. I fell for the 69 Chrysler Custom Newport. Likely the worst car, mechanically, I ever owned. But a real beauty and quite a highway cruiser.
The Plymouth was our honeymoon car. We left the church for a Tennessee camping honeymoon. Somehow she navigated us to Canada and Niagara falls. Stunning place in early May. Good place to be with a stunningly beautiful bride. But I digress.
Here's the car


True be told this is a stock photo. I have one of he actual car somewhere with my young wife on the hood and from our wedding.
I've been a Chrysler fan ever since.