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Originally Posted by vwnate1
Uh, oh ~ here we go talking about big American cars of days gone by .
Although I prefer to drive small cars I loved riding in those old cars, be they '54 Chevies or cushy land yachts ~ they were simply glorious if expen$ive to feed .
I had '63, '64 & '65 Lincolns, MASSIVE machines that were so well built I loved them .
The '65 was the best of the bunch .
I foolishly allowed a 1959 Cadillac convertible in white W/ black leather interior and every possible option to be towed away and impounded by L.A.P.D. .
Plus of course many more as did most of the over 60 crowd here .
all of them were death traps make no mistake .
Nevertheless the inherent danger could be mitigated by simply wearing the seat belt properly adjusted .
I learned this when I fell asleep in my 1965 Chevy Malibu four door base sedan and when the road gently curved left, I went strait, jumped the curb at 40 MPH or so and hit a light standard, instead of breaking off as they now do (this was in the 1970's) the light standard went between the InLine 6 cylinder engine and the right front wheel not stopping until it embedded itself in the firewall, severely denting it .
I was wearing the factory lap belt and still hit the center of the steering wheel so hard I cracked my breastbone (or whatever they call it) and turned it black, the bruise remained for several months and I couldn't take a deep breath for close to a year (no health insurance back then) .
I also held onto the two spoke steering wheel so tightly I bent both sides of it back until my knuckles hit the steering column and split the skin across all of them .
I'm quite sure I'd be dead if not for that seat belt, properly positioned low on my hips and not loose .
I'm not allowed to post photos else I'd find a few of what occurs when you're too hip to fasten the seat belt and post5 them to drive home the reality of it all .
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When I was a stripling, seat belts (lap belts only, of course) were saved for special occasions, such as road trips in excess of 100 miles...
My father once owned a 1964 Imperial Crown Coupe, built at a time when the Imperial was a separate line from other full-size Chrysler products, and not a content-enhanced New Yorker, which was the case post-1966. The '64 was an absolute Sherman Tank of a car, built body-on-frame to a much more substantial structural standard than contemporary Cadillacs and Lincolns. Looking underneath the vehicle revealed a frame and related structures that would have looked right at home underneath a 3/4 ton pickup truck. One day in 1971, my father had parked this car curbside at a restaurant. Suddenly, a 1963 Chevy Impala sedan comes out of nowhere and smashes into the back end of the Imperial. The occupants of the Chevy were a husband and wife who were engaged in a fight at the time, thus the accident. Enraged, hubby backs the Impala up and rams the Imperial again. Twice. The Impala finally dies, the police drop by, etc. The Impala left the scene by wrecker, the Imperial started on the first try and was driven home without further incident. Damage was limited to a battered rear bumper and interestingly rippled rear quarter panel. Oh, um, and a taillight was broken.
Imperials of this era were prized contestants on the demolition derby circuit.