Back about 1970 I put a bid in on 3 post office vans. You know the box ones with right hand drive. Two jeeps and a 1962 Studebaker. Won all three bids. Sold the other two for enough that the Stud only cost me $100. My wife named it Vance.
We had more fun in that van. Went to Canada, Montrial and were stopped on a street at a traffic light. Next to the curb. Looked out and this older gentleman was looking at the van and tears were coming out of his eyes. He said he used to work at the studebaker assembly plant that made the vans. It was a nice reunion. Light changed and off we went. He watched us depart; had the nicest look on his face.
Anyway that van never left us stranded. Even when it sucked a valve. I managed to drive it home. Got the head off and the valve head was embedded in the piston. Nothing else was hurt. My wife Donna always patted it on its dash and spoke to it. Always cranked.
Man and his car/truck are a symbiotic relationship. We each need each other.
