Why is it that I have such vivid memories of my past? Really: How in the world do I manage to recall all those little bits and pieces of ephemeral flashbacks that occurred 50 or more years ago? I don't know, but I am sure delighted that my brother Bud and I have both been gifted with my Mom's incredible memory for the very distant past. I had forgotten about this column which I wrote back in 1994, recalling my first car, Ernie Plaag's '40 Studebaker President, Don Slabicki's uncanny mechanical abilities, my lack of those abilities, my love of cars, girls, Betty & Bill's, Del Rio, Hamburger Heaven in Bordentown, learning to drive on Fritz Kuser's Kuser farm by the time we were 13, and so many other vivid reminiscences. All the guys who read this post will also harken back to their first car also. When this column was written, I had numerous letters recalling everything from Model "T" Fords, Model "A's," Nashes, Oaklands, and even one letter from a Franklin owner.
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