Wow, that takes me back. My first car was a '46 Plymouth exactly like this one, albeit in somewhat worse shape.
I paid $70 of my own money for it. It smoked like a locomotive, the front wheels wobbled at any speed over 47, the paint was full of orange peel and it rode on four mismatched snow tired (which I never replaced).
It looked even worse when my bud decided to dechrome it and after bending all of the chrome and realizing that there were gaping crevices and holes he covered them with black electrician's tape.
So can we assume this one didn't escape the wrecking yard Frank?
