The lowly Dodge. It always ran a few paces behind the flashier Fords and GMs of the post-war models crowding those fancy new highways, the interstates. It was reliable, yes, but …
… but it never seemed as fancy.
This 1948 Dodge D 24 turns a plain face to passersby in Glenwood, Ore., 2,610 miles west of Atlanta.
(Photo by Senior Junkyard Correspondent Harold “Tex” Colson)
It Was Running When I Parked It 