My parents had a '56 Hudson Hornet Special, two-tone blue with tweed interior that was handed down from my Paw-Paw. While heading to town one morning as a kid I tried to roll down the passenger window and, instead, opened the door, falling onto the gravel driveway (seatbelts? we don't need no freakin' seatbelts!). Paw-Paw promptly scooped me up, put me back in the car and drove me to the doctor for sutures in my forehead. God, I miss that Hornet!
My parents had a '56 Hudson Hornet Special, two-tone blue with tweed interior that was handed down from my Paw-Paw. While heading to town one morning as a kid I tried to roll down the passenger window and, instead, opened the door, falling onto the gravel driveway (seatbelts? we don't need no freakin' seatbelts!). Paw-Paw promptly scooped me up, put me back in the car and drove me to the doctor for sutures in my forehead. God, I miss that Hornet!