OKAY, this car is near and dear to my heart. Recall when I said dad worked for GM and resurrected failing dealerships ? Guess what, he got the pick of any car(s), trucks, etc., that he wanted to drive. One day, after kindergarten, I was trekking up the mountain to our house, in Grass Valley, and this car pulls up to me, slows down, and I hear, "You need a ride ?" It was dad who picked this off the lot an was driving it. What a thrill it was. I didn't own one until 1981, but I never forgot that first ride in the '56 with my dad. It looked just like this one, white with red interior.
