I had two cars that were my big memories. The first I will have to post a picture later, because I found it then lost it again.
When I turned sixteen, my dad bought me a car. I was really bad did not respect it or take care of it. Did a Duke's of Hazard over the rail road tracks and cracked the frame. Shame on me.
We sold it when I went away to school as I was living on campus.(that's a different story)
When I came back home my dad went down and helped me buy my own car. A mid side Nash Rambler. I loved it. The seats let back all the way to let you lie back and relax if waiting. The windows were electric. It was a fun car, and so cute, a squarish box. I painted Snoopy, Flowers, etc on it. I was a regular flower child. When the drive train went out I was so sad.
I agree with the son. I love that Van. There are millions of stories around this one.