Early Memories Of Family Cars

When I was six years old, my father purchased his first car—a green 1935 Ford. Shortly after his important purchase, we were traveling from McKinney, KY, to Geneva, KY—about four miles—and the left front wheel fell off. Fortunately, there were no oncoming cars. Riding in the back seat, I could see the freed wheel traveling at a high rate of speed before crossing onto the oncoming lane and...