While I was home visiting my parents a few weeks ago, my father unearthed another gem from his archives – the manual from my grandmother’s 1963 Ford Fairlane.
There was a brief moment back when my grandmother still drove, that I got to ride in this vehicle. I still remember the red vinyl seats that my legs would stick to when I was in shorts.
When she moved out of Queens and in with us in New Jersey I asked my father if we could put the Fairlane in our driveway. He said no because unfortunately the engine had seized. It was beyond repair.