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Originally Posted by mrnoodle
We had a 1968 Toyota Corona (not as spiffy looking as the one in the picture). It ran forEVer -- near the end, you could look through the rusted hole in the floor and watch the road go by. We eventually sold it for $300 or something, to a newlywed couple who didn't have wheels and needed to get to their new jobs in Michigan (we're in Colorado). Apparently, it ran like a champ all the way across the country, and continued to serve them until its death a year or two later. The odometer rolled over so many times we lost count -- there could easily have been a million miles on that car. 500k for sure.
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God, I miss this car.
It could easily figure in the best childhood memories thread. Dad drove, I rode shotgun, and my sister had the backseat to herself. We sang:
Give me some men who are Stouthearted Men
who will fight for the right they adore.
Start me with ten, who are Stouthearted Men
and I’ll soon give you ten thousand more, Oh!
Shoulder to shoulder and bolder and bolder
they grow as they go to the fore!
Then__there’s nothing in the world can halt or mar a plan,
When__Stouthearted Men__can stick together man to man!
I remember stopping by on the side of the road to watch a waterfall cascade down toward the road on a trip through the Blue Ridge Mountains. I found "gold" in a little pool! I learned what mica is and iron pyrite on that trip too.
The car was cozy, reliable, sufficient. It was white like the picture, and it had red interior. I want to say it was leather, but it was probably vinyl.
Good times. Good car.