|The elder statesman towers over Rambler upstart in Lake Andrew driveway.|
My roommate had an accident with it, severely damaging opponent. No harm reported to my car.
In photo above, it appears to be getting a "jump" in May 1967 from Mom's Rambler, age 3. Or was it the other way around?
Donated away in 1967 when I moved to Mpls, the 1948 Chevy was tough. Auto factories had recently retooled from building tanks for the Army and apparently had plenty of steel and habits left on hand. It lorded over the younger models as legendary champion of Fargo, North Dakota, demolition derby until death finally claimed it at age 20.
"You just couldn't kill it," one bemused spectator observed to me later.