Saw this darling car on the street near Fruitvale in Oakland last week. It's a Nash Rambler, I'd guess from mid 50s, in beautiful condition. This car totally reminds me of my youth - in early teens, my girlfriend Cathi and I would sleep in her Grandpa Max's Nash Rambler while visiting Lake Cochran in South Dakota. The seats folded down to make a flat surface - a perfect bed for two giggly girls!
Later, for the same reason (the folding-down seats), my mom wouldn't allow me to go out with a boy in my school who was a little older and very cute because he drove a Nash Rambler. She thought the folding down seats might be too much temptation for bad behavior. Who, me???
Adorable!!!!
