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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by drf64, Jul 16, 2020.
In 1959, I knew a guy who claimed he traded his soul for one of those. He only got to keep it for a couple of months since he never made a payment on it. In those days, if you didn't pay your payments they actually repossessed the car, even if they had to steal it. He didn't get much for his soul.
First of all, those Chryslers back then were some of the ugliest cars, imo. Second, they didn’t have an engineer back then who could have predicted this outcome? That car isn’t worth the price to pay to have it taken to the scrap yard.
If that car was mint with 4 miles on it and I won the car, first thing I would do is find a buyer and sell it.
I had two pretty good pals that had 57 Plymouths besides the one who lost his soul to the boogeyman. The other two were pretty cool, all of them were hardtops, one was a stick the others were pushbutton autos. I spent a lot of time riding shotgun in one of those babies, and I had a lot of fun with my buddy dragging main, occasionally capturing enough attention from a couple of ladies to end up with them out at the DelMac drive inn! Sometimes we'd even put the speaker in the car.
Thank God no one had to actually use a fallout shelter.
That’s quite the story! To date myself I believe I remember reading about or seeing the story of the burial on TV when hopes were high, 1957.