| Have you ever tried
to remember every car that you have owned? This is every vehicle
that we owned to the best of my knowledge. Some pictures are
original and some are what I could glean off of the internet. All
of the cars have stories and they are a part of our memories of life. |
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1947 Chrysler New
Yorker Coupe! It's setting in front of our Standard Gas Station in
Casey, IL circa 1958. Check out the moon hubcabs. I really
didn't like to at first because it was such a boat, but I grew to love
it. The paint was something else. You could scratch it and just
polish it out. Today's cars have such thin paint that you just look
at them and you see metal. No back seat and a trunk you could sleep
in. It had a semi-automatic transmission, a car radio with a bar you
could push and it would find the next station. I dated Shirley in this
vehicle and after I joined the Air Force, we loaded the car to the hilt
and drove it to Denver where it served us well. A guy slammed on the
brakes and I hit him and it rumpled the front pretty bad. I went to
a junk yard in West Denver and bought an assembly of the front fenders,
the grill, lights and all and put it on the old girl. The fenders
were black so it was black and green. I sold it to Denny Shehan for
$50. Shirley has talked about trying to find one and restore it for
years! The problem is it's a super rare business coupe. There
are Chrysler Royals out there but I've only seen one or two of this model
and it was only pictures and there was no way to contact to see if they'd
sell.
<See the 1946-47 Chrysler
Brochure>
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| Our second car, a 1952 Pontiac Chieftan, very
similar to this one was a big car with a Straight-8 and a Hydramatic
transmission. When the 47 Chrysler gave up, we bought this one from Stan's
Auto Sales on Colfax. I worked part time there for a year or more.
I was traveling on W Colfax heading back from one of the guys' garage where
he worked on cars. It's where I put the new fenders on the old
Chrysler. Anyway, a drunk turned left in front of me and I pranged him
good. He was in a Simca and that Pontiac creamed it. The smoke
was coming out from under the hood of the Pontiac when I walked over to see
the guy. He couldn't even get out of the car. I pointed to
my car being on fire and he said not to call the cops and gave me $40.
Turns out the smoke was from the air cleaner oil leaking onto the hot
engine. I had a guy weld the front bumber brace for $6 and it was good
as new. We
wore it totally out. We drove it until it just barely made it to Luby
Chevrolet where we traded it for a car that wasn't worn out when we got it.
The problem for years was the near poverty wages for young
troops in the military. We could barly afford to have a
car let alone repair it when it broke.
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This is a dead ringer
for our first near new car, a 1960 Corvair 500, that had only 600
miles on it when we bought it. I literally coasted into the dealership
drive with that old 52 Pontiac after we had made the deal for this
one. The payment was $51.30 per month and cost around $1800. We
were in heaven. It had a gasoline heater. One time, someone was
rifling through it and must have been using a match to look under the front
seat and set it on fire. This one also had the front trunk lid blow up
in our face in Kansas and it blew a hole in one of the pistons on the way
back from Illinois but it was under warranty, thank goodness.
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I
worked part time at Bartlett's Standard on Colfax and Vine in
Denver. Across the street was Luby Chevrolet. One evening a
salesman brought this one in for some gas and I couldn't pass up the deal.
It was a beautiful 1961 Corvair Monza with 4 on the floor and 110
horsepower. This one I really loved. We made several trips to
Illinois and back. One time when Shirley was driving, she hit an icy
spot on a hill in Kansas and we wrecked. Didn't hurt us much but
caused a thousand dollars of damage. Insurance covered it.
Shirley would heat the baby bottle for Andy by laying it next to the
heater duct. John and Andy were just little guys then. When I got orders to
Okinawa, we traded it for a 1955 Pontiac to get rid of the payments.
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This
is the 1955 Pontiac Catalina that we totally wore out. It was a boat
with a 389 cubic inch V8. It took us to Illinois where Shirley
stayed while I was in Okinawa and then to New Mexico and managed to last
through my tour in Vietnam. Shirley stayed in Illinois on that tour and
drove the wheels off of it. It was on it's last legs when we
went to Savage Auto in Casey and bought the 63 Pontiac. It looked
pretty good, but not this good.
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Man!
We're living it up now in Apple Valley, CA. This 63 Pontiac was
beautiful and look at our mobile home! We bought it in Denver and it was
towed to Illinois while I was in Okinawa and then after Vietnam, it was
hauled to California. We sold it to the owner of the park in Apple
Valley when I made SSgt and we moved into base housing. This picture
was taken in 1967. I'd clean it up where it looked like new and I
thought it was a fine machine. This one did pretty good, it lasted
until we went to England in 1971. We figured it wasn't in good
enough shape to take to England and expect it to last.
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I bought this 1971 Austin 1100
from another GI that was returning to the states. It was usuaual
because it was a left hand drive and also was a 'consession vehicle'
meaning it was the same as an American car and could be shipped back to the
states by the military if you wanted. It ran like a top. I put a high
performance exhaust system on it and I'd play Lemans while I drove the 52
miles from our home in Theberton nr Leiston Suffolk to RAF Lakenheath
where I was on temporary duty teaching classes. Shirley, the boys
were coming home from Bentwaters when they had a wreck and totaled. They
couldn't remember what had happened. Shirley was severly injured and
spent 6 weeks in the Lakenheath Hospital. Andy had a broken leg and
John had a knot on his head. That was the end of the little white
car.
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There's a good story about this
one. Not long after I had arrived at RAF Bentwaters, I met a bus driver
from Lowestoft, about 60 miles North. He was a guest at the NCO
club. We got to talking and he said he had a car he would sell me
for 10 Quid. That's 10 English Pounds, or at the time, $24.
It's a 1959 Ford Popular. Quite a machine, a little 4 cylinder
flathead with no waterpump, just convection to cool it. One
windshield wiper, no heater. It had 16" narrow wheels, and a
chassis similiar to a Model T with leaf springs running crossways and king
pins in front whre the wheels would lean sideways when you turned the
wheel sharply. It was a pain in the ass to drive. Shirley
would drive it on occasion. One time she put Susan in the nursery on
base while she went grocery shopping at the commissary. She had to
take the groceries home and unload them and come back and pick up Susan
because there wasn't enough room. We had friends, Walt and Shirley Killops
and a mutual friend, Johnny Johnson, who had an even older one but 4
door. Walt's boy painted what the English called a witch (witch doctor) on it and
called it "The Witch". They came to our house one time and
painted a witch on this one and called it "The Witch II".
I sold it for 10 pounds to someone.
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It's hard to believe that this
little car is the same model (Ford Popular) as the 1959 Witch, but, it's
only one year newer, a 1960. It was a much better car. I
bought it from another instructor (Ken?) for $220. I did overhaul on it in
the Service Club Auto Shop, with the help of Bobby Turner (wish I could
find him). I can't remember who I sold it to or for how much. I used
to drive it to work all the time, but when I'd go to Lakenheath, I'd drive
the white Austin and leave this one for Shirley.
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This is a 1971 Austin 1300 that we
replaced the wrecked one with. The picture is as close to it as i could
find. It was more comfortable. We took this one to RAF
Lakenheath when we moved up there in July of 1973. We moved right
into base housing. Since we had lived on the economy for over 2
years, we went right to the top of the list. Sure did like the
change of living on base, close to work and all the facilities. Usually
rode my bicycle to work. This
one was not a consession vehicle, it had a right hand drive, so we didn't intend to take it back to
the states. We'd have to sell it.
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long when I ran across a 1971 VW 1600 wagon that was like new and the
price was right, so I bought it. A doctor from the hospital owned
it. Ours was tan and it was a nice looking car. The problem is that it didn't have
air conditioning. It was, however, a concession vehicle and we could
take it back to the states. I liked this one in spite of the little
oil leaks it had. As I said, no air conditioning and
wasn't needed in
the UK, however, we were getting close to going back to the states and
it'd have to do.
I was in the 908th Field Training
Detachment and we got a new commander. Captain Jacobs was a young
guy with a young wife and little boy. One day, he came in
from the parking lot and says "Who owns that VW Square Back out
there?" I said I did and he told us that he used to have a 1971
Formula V 1600 that he really liked. So, I said, "What are you
driving, Capn' J?" and he said "A 1971 Plymouth Scamp." I
said "You wanna' trade?" and I'll be damned if he didn't say
"Maybe, let's go look."
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| Well, can you believe it?
This is the spittin' image of that Scamp with the hot 318 V8, auto
transmission and AIR CONDITIIONING! Plus, it had FM radio. After he got it approved by his wife,
we went to Pass and ID and traded vehicles. He was happy and I was
esctatic.
I had orders for Luke AFB near Phoenix,
Arizona and airconditioning is a must! We made two trips from Luke back
to Illinois with that Plymouth Scamp and since the boys were now teenagers
and Susan was 6 years old or so, it was getting crowded in there.
The first trip was in Decemter 1975 when Uncle Carl died. We didn't
have the time or money to fly so we piled into the Scamp, Shirley, the boys,
Susan and two Yorkshire Terriers, food and whatever. The vehicle was full. We
didn't stop on that trip and it nearly killed me. That's when I
decided I was getting too old for that driving straight through till you
get there. Then there's the last trip we took in July 76. By
the time we got to Illinois, my left cheek of my ass hurt so bad from
wallet syndrome that I could hardly sit down. We had been back a
couple days when I got up early and headed to town to pick up a couple of
containers of fishing worms because we were going fishing. I saw
that 1976 Chevy Caprice sitting in the window of the Chevrolet place in
Casey and stopped in to look. Well, you guessed it, I drove it
home.
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| Man, it was a pleasant change to travel in that
thing!
It was a comfortable boat for sure. We drove it the rest of the time
at Luke, Shirley drove it while I was in Korea in 77 and then we took it
to Myrtle Beach when I was assigned there. I retired from the USAF,
took the Chevy to Los Angeles for my new job, came back to the beach and
packed up heading for Tucson with a 1971 VW Baha in tow full of
stuff. This one we kept until about 1985, I think. I had it fixed up
with the CB and we had a radar detector too. That was
about the time our stupid government thought we should all drive
55 from the result of their making an adjustment in economy,
taking us off the gold standard and creating an artificial gas
shortage. This car didn't seem like it was moving at 55
MPH. We bought a
Pontiac but kept this one. Susan finished it off when she was in
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| John Jr. need some kind of
vehicle. He was out of high school and need transportation so I
bought one of these, a 1971 Datsun pick up. He ended up turning it
on its side in the end. One time, about 3 in the morning, I got a
call from his future mother-in-law saying he was down at the beach and the truck was stuck in
the surf. What? I woke up my neighbor Charlie Kaiser, whom I
had been stationed with in Korea, and he knew a guy on base with a Jeep
and a winch. We went down to Surfside Beach and there it was with
the water just coming into the cab. I was not a happy camper about
it all, but the truck did get saved. Only thing is that even if John
hadn't wrecked it, it would have been a rust bucket in about six
months.
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| While at Myrtle Beach, I renewed my interest in CB Radio. A
SSgt came by my office and said he had heard that I repaired CBs. I
didn't, but it peaked my interest and in the process, I got hooked on
illegal CB operation including repairing and modifying them big
time. I used to do it for other folks too. We had a CB friend,
Rodney, who was a big sports fisherman and liked to do King Mackerel
tournaments. He would catch a bunch, have them filleted and give
them to us because he didn't eat fish. One time he came by to give
us some fish and saw this beautiful base model Radio Shack CB I had heavly
modified and he wanted to buy it. I really didn't want to sell it
because I really liked it. He said that he would trade me his car
for it. "What car?" I asked. We stepped outside to
see the car and here was a 1960 VW Bug with lots of chrome that belonged to
his Mom before she died. He traded it to me for that radio! I
had a magnet mount antenna I'd put on the front hood and they called it
the "Unicorn Mobile" Don't remember who I sold it to when we
left the beach.
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I think I saw an advertisement in
the Myrtle Beach paper for a 1971 Baha VW that looked something like this one
only green. Have you noticed that we owned several 1971 cars.
It must have been a very good year. It had big back tires and those noisy split exhausts and
was fun to drive. It would be illegal in California because the
headlights were too close together. Anyway, it had been souped to
1800 CC but the engine was pretty well worn. Yet, it was still fun.
The guys at the welding shop on base made me a tow bar for the front and when we headed
for Arizona it was chock full of stuff
including house plants. The Chevy Carpice didn't even know it was
there. I used to drive it to work and so did Shirley. I could
hear her coming up Bear Caynon at night when she worked at the
commissary. Anyway, I'd turn off of Tanque Verde onto Bear Canyon
and hit it. By the time I got to the first curve, I'd be going about
80. It didn't matter if I was in 3rd gear or 4th, it would only go
80. It would get there pretty darned quick though. Because of
that open front end and fenders that trapped the air, there was too much
resistance. Even thought I replaced the big oversized pistons
& cylinders with stock ones and it didn't make
a bit of difference. It still ran 80. One day, I was getting
enough of the loud exhausts and I stopped by an import auto place and
picked up a set of headers. They were the wrap around type
with a single pipe that came up in the center at an angle. Really
quieted it down. That ain't all. I discovered the first time
that I tried the Bear Canyon run that it would get to 80 in a flash and
keep accelerating. Those stupid dual pipes were so mistuned that the engine
wouldn't develop what it was capable of. Lesson learned. I
sold it to some guy who wanted it more than me about 1985 or so, I think.
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Quebeadeaux Pontic here in Tucson, a big Canadian made 1981 Pontiac
Bonneville Brougham. It was a 2 door, really big and heavy doors, and
it was a boat. All
the bells and whistles, but severely under powered because of
the anti-smog crap it had. It was a road machine and nice to run the
interstates. I remember one time Shirley and I picked up a couple to
go out to eat. He was a Texas Instrument Tech Rep where I worked as
a Hughes Rep for U.S. Customs Air Operations here at Davis Monthan
AFB. He commented that I had a vehicle suitable for a high paid tech
rep. Yeah, little did he know. We finally got tired of it and
it was having problems. The 80s was the lost generation
for cars.. Mom and Dad had bought a 1989 Buick Century that we liked and
while we were back home in Casey bought a brand new 1990. That trip, we drove
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This was a pretty good mid size
car. Had a 3300 V6 and it went very well. Models made after
were not the same car. Our daughter had a couple and our
grandaughter Sarah had one and they all were junk. Looked
the same, but weren't as good. We drove the heck out of it.
When we went to Spain in 1992, we put it in storage. That was a deal all
right. They lost the keys and it sat out for nearly two years and
the tires weathered so bad they had to be replaced. I should have
sued them. Anyway, we passed it on to our daughter and she finally
wore it out.
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| Driving home from work one day, I
saw a truck like this setting along Snyder Road. It was a 1961 Ford F-150
unibody, longbox, a slickside, the bed
was part of the cab. I bought it and drove it quite a bit. It
was a beater and I could haul anything in it. It had a 1957 Mecury
312 V8 and a big 4 barrel carbureator. It had a 1957 3/4 ton 4
speed transmission and differential as well. Found that out when I
tried to replace the brake shoes on the rear. Just befoe we went to
Spain, I sold it to a guy and I wonder what he did with it. It was a
solid old truck but the insides were rotten and falling apart. All
the metal was good and could have easily been restored.
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a 1986 Ford Ranger about
like this one when that old Ford became a pain to keep running.
Shirley said I wouldn't like it, but I did. Had a small 4 cylinder
engine and a 5 speed manual transmission. When we went to Spain,
Shirley drove it to Illinois accompanied by her sister Sharon and the
dogs, three of 'em, the two Yorkies and our son's golden lab. She had to go
to Illinois via Phoenix to get the paperwork for shipping the
little Yorkies to Spain. That must have been a fun trip. Anyway, Sharon and Harold used the truck
during the two years we were in Spain and when we came back, we drove it
back to Tucson. It was a pretty good little truck. Traded it
for a Toyota pickup.
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In July of 92, I traveled to
Zaragoza, Spain where Shirley and I lived for two years. I was on a
support contract for the Spanish Airforce. This 1992 Renault was a
neat little car. It had a 2 liter engine and a 5 speed manual
transmission and it'd run 120 miles per hour in a flash. It needed
premium gas and lead free at that. We would buy gas coupons at the
BX at Torejon Air Base and use them to buy the expensive gas on the
local economy. We leased it from a Spanish company in Madrid.
Pablo was the guy we dealt with. I would have kept this one the
entire two years, but Pablo made us give it back and we had to lease
another vehicle. We went all over Spain in that one. It had air
conditioning, but it was a strange system. If it got nice and cool
in the vehicle, it would freeze up and you'd have to turn it off until the
ice melted on the condenser and then it's be OK for a while. It
worked fine most of the time.
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about the same but was a subdued grey color similar to this. It
didn't have the performance of the little red one. It was
a grandma's car. The
good thing about this one is that it had an automatic transmission. It
was SO much easier to drive in traffic. Our landlord and his wife,
Anselmo and Pili, went to Andora with us one time. He said that
automatic transmissions were rare in Spain. She said nobody likes
them.
When the trip was over, I made a believer in him as to how much easier it
was to deal with heavy slow traffic and lots of traffic lights.
Anselmo worked for GM at an Opal plant. He would lease his
car through the company. When anything happened to his
car, he'd just shrug and say "No me coache!" , Not my
car!
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There's
quite a story that goes with this one. It's nearly like
the 1982 Toyota Tercel that I bought from a government employee
soon after I arrived in Zaragoza. The Americans were
leaving and our side of Zaragoza AB would be closed except
for a few caretakers of a NASA space launch tracking group that
only came alive on a shuttle launch. One of the ladies in
the housing office who was returning to the states sold me one
like this for $300. I figured Shriley could drive the
lease car and I could drive this one to work. After one
trip to Zaragoza in the Renault with some other ladies, she said
she wasn't driving around there again except maybe to the
Alcampo mall near our home. However, she WOULD drive the
180 miles of highway all the way to Torejon AB to shop at
the commissary. Go figure! Anyway, it didn't get
driven much. One of the "animals" that were
working as contractors for McDonald Douglas on a modification
program for the Spanish AF F-18s asked me if I had a car I'd
sell. So, I sold it for $300. The problem is that he
never registered it in his name and didn't insure it
either. When I found out, I told him he'd better get it
done soon. Not long after, one Sunday night about
10:30 PM, the doorbell rang and it was the guy who brought the
car. He said he had been fired for too much drinking and
another guy with him was taking him to Madrid to the
airport. Wanted to know if I'd buy it back. Not only
no, but hell no! I told him that I'd take his
name and address and IF someone bought it from me, I'd send him
the money.
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If he'd known I wasn't gonna' buy it back he'd probably of
abandoned it, but it was too late then. So, now I've got
the car.
It sat there for the rest
of our tour and when time grew near, I had to do
something. Since it was a concession vehicle, the Spanish
couldn't own it and there was nobody left in the area except for
a few American tech reps and mod workers. One of the guys
in the Spanish AF missile shop said just to take everything
identifying thing off of it and abandon it somewhere down
town. Well, I didn't want to do that...then there was
Gabe!
Gabe Gutierrez was a
retired USAF Chief who had worked in the U.S. Miitary Assistance
Group office in Madrid. When he retired, he put on
civilian clothes and went back to work. Then, he turned up
at Zaragoza working as a aircraft parts Logistics Liason for the
Spanish F-18s. Of course, Gabe worked for a little
logistics company outside of DC from Fredricksburg, so you know
who he REALLY worked for, right? He says to me, "Why
don't you donate it to the Spanish government?" Would
you believe that he took me to the Spanish customs office at the
civilian air terminal on Zaragoza AB and they agreed to take
it. So, just before we left, he followed me to the parking
lot outside of the customs office, I went in, signed the papers
and gave the keys and that was it. We were off the hook!
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and Pablo was wanting the grey Renault back so I went to a car rental
place and leased this Renault 21 Grand Touring Sedan. It was a high
performance vehicle with a 3.0 liter V6 and it was smooth. Shirley
and I went to Portugal for a week and took it on the trip. We had a
nice time there and decided to go North from Purtugal along the West coast
and then turn East for the long run back to Zaragoza. I soon got
tired of the winding roads and the heavy traffic through every village and
town and decided to bit the bullet and got on the pay as you go turnpike
called an Autopista. Oh, it was so much more pleasant. Not
much traffic and the speed limit was 120 KPH or about 72 MPH. We
were cruising along and I just kept going faster and faster until Shirley
asked just how fast we were going. I told her about 180 KPH or about
110 MPH. It was smooth as silk. About that time, I saw a red
flash in my rear view mirror and though it might be a cop, but the lights
on police vehicles in Spain are blue. I kept watching and in about 5
minutes a bright red Mitsubishi 3000 shot by us like we were standing
still. He must have been gong 150 MPH. We didn't see very many
cars, zero trucks and no police on the rest of the trip home. It
cost about $27 to drive that couple hundred miles, but it was worth
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don't know why I bought this one. Since General Motors owned the
Hughes Missile Systems starting in about 1987, empolyees got a significant
discount on cars & trucks. But, I couldn't drive by this
one. It was a very neat little truck with an extra cab, a hot rod V6
and an overdrive automatic transmission. It would get up and go,
however, it would fold back at about 105 MPH in any gear you were
in. You could buy a new computer chip and overcome that but i never
did. I had a neat low profile camper shell on the back and it was a
nice vehicle. I
leased it and when the lease was up, I went to the local Toyota dealer and
asked them to price me a new Tundra, a larger picup, and they just wanted
to play a game and wanted me to pay like $1000 in penalty for not buying
the vehicle or trading it. I went to the other Toyota dealer on the
West side of Tucson and bought it outright and closing the lease cost me
less than $100. Later, I traded it in for a Chevrolet pickup.
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Hughes/Raytheon, the new car bug bit me and we bought this 2000 Buick Park
Ave. Ultra with a supercharger and it was a pretty nice car, 3.8 V6, sun
roof, it even had an arm rest in the center rear seat that would open and
you could see into the trunk. I guess it was for hauling long pieces
of lumber, right?. The problem is that your ass is too close to the
ground and you can't see anything, you're so low. Had a HUD (Heads
Up Display) so you could see part of the instruments without looking
down. We leased it too and when the lease was up, we bought a new
Suburban. It would perform but it liked to eat tires. We had
just bought this one from Royal Buick here in Tucson when the price of gas
skyrocketed to $1.65, just a matter of poor timing. We didn't know
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I ever owned. It ran flawlessly for over 7 years without a hitch with the
exception of the battery. I had one of those fiberglass tonneau
covers over the back bed with a carpeted interior and it was a
comfortable traveling machine. I just wish now that I had put money
into it and kept it. I used to ferry Mom back and forth from
Illinois to Tucson when she was snowbirding. I'd take her back in
April and pick her up in October. She liked that truck. I had
step running boards on it and with the help of a little step stool, she'd
get right in. She was a traveler. I never had to stop often
when she was a passenger.
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| As I mentioned, we traded the
Toyota pickup for this 2003 Chevy Suburban. It has been a
dandy. Shirley has driven it for 14 years with very little
trouble. In 2016, we decided it was getting a bit long in the tooth
and we went down to O'Reilly Chevrolet and looked at a 2016 model that
went for $75K !! The model below that was pretty similar in
equipment to the old one and it was $60K after my GM discount.
Shirley disliked the seats, said they were much narrower and harder than
hers. The center console was at least 6 inches wider than the old
one and the seats were that much narrower. I mentioned to the
salesman that if I could find someone to do a partial restoration on it I
might consider it. Turns out he did that on the side. We had
him go over it, redoing all the leather seats, repairing or replacing
everything on it, electric window motors, replaced both bumpers, new brakes, shocks, new outside
mirrors and finally a paint job. it looked like new and saved me
over $50K. It's still running like a new one. We took a 5,800 mile
trip to Columbia, South Carolina, Edinburg,Virginia, the farm in
Illinois, Marble Falls, Texas and home. In Illinois, the
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Denali was purchased
in a weak moment after some guy ran into the back of my beloved
Silverado. I should have kept the Chevy, but, I saw this one in the
dealer showroom and made a pretty good deal on it. It has every bell
and whistle including a sun roof seldom used. It a powerful thing
with a 6.0 liter engine and 405 HP plus a 6 speed automatic
transmission. It cruses at 75 MPH with the engine just about double
idle speed of 1900 RPM and averages 17.4 MPG all the time. It is
also a traveling machine but it's not easy to see out when you're
parking.
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