Roadmaster
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My first car was a 1947 Super with 45,000 miles. All original. Very much like this one, except mine had factory fog lights (which is bit rarer).
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Seen just today.
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A friend's parents in my neighborhood when we were growing up had a roadmaster. When he turned 16 and got his license, his parents would let him drive it.
My recollection when riding in it... heavy and built like a Sherman tank. You didn't drive it. You just pointed it in the direction you wanted to go and it would just roll and roll and roll.
Cool car.
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I think '32 was the first year and '53 was the last Straight 8. Mine had that engine coupled to a three on a tree. Had enough torque it would take off in any gear. Car got 20mpg and would top out at 100mph. Even though that engine was less than 300 cubes, you'd see it in buses with appropriate gearing.
The doors on those old cars are so heavy and so solid, you can close them with one finger. When they close, they click into place like a bank vault door.
The backseat had so much room, you could lay down on the floorboard between the front seat and back. And the backseat has armrests, just like the couch in your home. With wool fabric seats, BTW.