The story and photo of my 1926 Model A Roadster that was printed in The Mountain Eagle awhile back went over so well with the readers (I received many calls telling me it was the best looking old car they’d ever seen) that I thought I would do a story on another one of my classic cars.
A doctor at Travis Air Force Base, working in the second largest Air Force hospital in the world, was up for retirement, and had a job waiting for him in Michigan. I knew him for years as we both drove our classic cars all over northern California to old car swap meets.
He paid big bucks to have his 1955 Olds restored. I always thought it was the best looking large car I had ever seen.
When my friend told me he was retiring in 90 days, I started talking to him about buying his Olds, but he wanted too much for it. I knew he loved his car as I loved all of mine.
He had two other cars and with just he and his wife, he did not know how he was going to get his Olds across country in the dead of wintertime. He thought of towing it or having it shipped.
Over the next few weeks, I kept telling him that I would buy the car even though I had no room in my garage to keep it. When you have a nice car you love so much and you think about selling it, you always want to sell it to someone who would take could care of it, and he knew I would.
He sold me the car for a lot less than what it was worth.
The first swap meet I took the Olds to, I was offered almost twice what I’d paid for it. The California Highway Patrol wanted to buy the car to put it in its museum because it was the same model and year of the California Highway Patrol cars that were the hottest and fastest cars on the road in ’55 and ’56.
I told all the would-be buyers that I would keep the car for awhile.
Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in Fairfield, Calif.