This image takes me back. Old Paco was a revenooer, and when they arrested people carrying moonshine, they'd typically confiscate their cars. This came with the bonus that the ATF officers were permitted to drive some of these cars as their official vehicles (actually, I'm not absolutely sure they were "permitted", per se; they just did it). Pop would occasionally bring home a Dodge Coronet or a Plymouth Fury that had been souped up to facilitate the rapid transport of whiskey, and the cars from the late 50s and early 60s were a sight to behold, with those big tailfins and huge chrome grills and bumpers. Occasionally Old Paco would take my brother and me for a ride on the highway to, er, conduct scientific testing of the vehicles' speed and maneuvering capabilities. Golden days, my friends.
Please tell me that highway was called Copperhead Road.
ReplyDeleteAlas, no, Mick. Just a stretch of old Hwy 64. But...that sure would have been cool.
DeleteOur second car when I got my license was a '56 Dodge. No power anything except push-button gears. I was allowed to take the new '65 Plymouth Fury only on special occasions. That Dodge drove like a tank, but it was incredibly reliable.
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