when I was 12 years old and living in southwest Germany. At a rest stop on a highway leading from Switzerland to France, I watched parades of cars coming and going. There were Fiats, Renaults, and Citroëns, along with Mercedes and Opels. It was here where I saw my first American car: A 1949 “bullet nose” Studebaker. Next came a ’50 Ford, whose driver opened the hood so I could see its amazing flathead V-8. Not long after that I saw a yellow Chrysler convertible; I was mesmerized by the size and features. I
My First Car
Mar 28, 2023
4 minutes
“Once, after running out of gas having not realized that the gauge wasn’t working, my girlfriend reminded me that German cars have a spare tank.”
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