| The
1963 I bought had the push-button automatic
and a 170 cu. in. slant six engine. It stayed with us from early middle 70s for
five years or more. It was one of those you could count on to do its job without
complaint. When it did complain, it was almost invariably something I could fix.
Except the transmission, which required a professional rebuild at about age fourteen.
What I usually do when we get a new used car is replace the shocks with
good aftermarket units and reline the brakes. No point in taking a chance with
safety. This one burst a brake line as it rolled to a stop at home. I drove it
to Margarita's friend's shop on the parking brake and transmission. Margarita
got stuck at work when the battery went dead. I replaced the battery and the alternator
in the parking lot outside her building while she worked inside. Bought
it for four hundred, sold it for three hundred after five or six years use. If
I could find a station wagon version of this car (a real one, I mean) I think
I could live with it. |