I don’t know why the pretty woman here is wearing a checkered flag, or perhaps the bedspread from her son’s room, but I know for certain she’s got her hand on a 1956 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. Lucky lady indeed.
To properly introduce your newborn son to the world you must first show him a car. Teach him words like: horsepower, displacement and chrome — none of that “wootchie cootchie” crap. Do this often and your kid will grow up right. Not sure who anyone is in this shot but the car, most definitely, is a 1964 Dodge Polara.
For those who don’t know old cars very well this one should be easy for you to figure out (hint: it says M E R C U R Y right across the hood in big letters). Granted, two children are blocking sight of “MERCU”, so you’d have to know what manufacturer had a name that ended in “RY”. There’s only one. As far as the kids are concerned, like all girls, “Susan” knows where the camera is. And like all boys, “Gary” likes his cars. Not sure when the photo was taken but the car is unmistakably a 1952 Mercury.
“Boy, this driving can make you thirsty. How ’bout we all crack some beers? Andy?”, “Sure Pop!”. “Catherine? Are you in?”, “No thanks, I just had one.” I know this can’t be what I’m looking at, but it sure looks like that’s what I’m looking at! The car is a 1947 Ford and either the beer drinker with the rolled up pant legs was responsible for the un-Ford port holes on the front fender or he bought it this way. Ford never had these — Buick, yes, Ford, no.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is a 1956 Chevrolet 210 series, 2-dr sedan. The middle child of the now famous Tri5s (Tri Fives, 1955, 1956, 1957) line and also the middle child of trim levels that year. That year, Chevrolet offered the economy 150 series, the 210 (here) and the top of the line BelAir. So this poor car is the middle child of the middle child. Problem child on 4 wheels, no doubt.