That Old Chevy

What a beauty, 1957 Chevy BelAir, 283 V8 with auto-transmission and a 4 bbl. Carb; AM Radio and shiny new… Selling price was just $2495.00 out the door. I was just a young G.I. and when I drove this baby off the lot on Ocean Drive it was my ticket to the world.

I had the world by the tail. Even though as an E3 I was only making $105.00 a month in those days, I had it made for a red-necked kid from west Texas. My Uncle Sam provided me with room and board and clothes on my back. So that was good money to a kid in 1958.

Gas was just 21.9˘ a gallon, and Pall Mall cigarettes 90˘ a carton at the base exchange. When liberty passes were issued, and with a buddy in the car to split gas cost, we could just kick back, play the radio and cruise. Life was Drive-In Restaurants, submarine races, drags and do-wop music.

Just thoughts of that old Chevy is like a time-machine, boy I would love to have it still sitting out at the curb. But time waits for no man, and by now both I and the Chevy are just too darned old… But I sometimes laugh and wonder what happened to fuzzy dice on the mirror and cruising on main…

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