My first car, a 1950 Chevrolet with no high gear. An uncle sold it to me for $15. He took it as a partial trade on something. I drove it a year or two. My parents started driving it, then expected me to buy new tires so they could drive it some more. I decided I didn’t want to do that, since they had money and I did not.
I think that’s when I got the 1936 Chevrolet.
In 1925, my dad worked in Chicago for a construction season His job was on a sewage system. They would dig a ditch for the large pipes, then sit the pipe in it. He had a level he would sit on top of the pipe. If the needle was within the marks, they would cover it up and work on the next one. If not, they had to lift it up and move dirt around until it was correct.
It was a high income development. I assume today it is in a gunfire zone.
The day before Christmas the boss said it is getting too cold to dig, so here’s your money, go home and come back in the spring.
He had bought an old Model-T from the cook, I think he said he paid like $20. He started out, it was cold being late December, and it was an open car, no side windows, just a fabric roof over head. I have a scanned copy of a photo of him with that car.
The Lincoln highway west was open, today known as Hwy 30. Restaurants on the highway stayed open all night for the truck drivers. So, when the pain of cold became intolerable, he would stop and get hot coffee then go on.
He made it home, nearly 265 miles just as the sun was coming up. Which would mean maybe 14 hours including thaw-out times. He drove it for a year or two. In the early 50’s he still drove Model A’s until he bought a new 1951 Ford.