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 The day that I fell in love with Chrysler products was the day that my dad pulled into our driveway in our brand new yellow and white 1957 Plymouth Savoy sport coupe. I was just 6 years old at the time. My father drove only Chrysler products, and of all the cars that he owned when I was growing up, that was my favorite. It still is, and if I could have any car today it would be a 1957-’58 Plymouth Savoy coupe. I would help my dad when he washed it. He would give me an SOS soap pad, and a bucket of water with a sponge, and I got to clean the whitewalls and wheels. I just loved that car.
Our family made two trips to Florida from our home in Summit, New Jersey in the Plymouth, once in 1958 and again in 1959. It was a long ride with my brother and I in the back seat. Every time we saw a roadside sign for a Stuckey’s store, we would yell out the name and that would drive mom and dad nuts. By the time we made Georgia, my mom wasn’t speaking to either of us. We would stay in tourist traps like South of the Border, where they had one of Elvis Presley’s cars on display. I don’t know what kind of car it was, but it was surrounded by a thick felt rope (like the kind you would see in a movie theater) and was guarded by two uniformed guys, each of whom had a large German Shepherd. The message was clear, look but don’t touch.
You'll be happy knowing that Daytona Beach still allows cars to the cruise the packed sand.
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