A 1954 Chevrolet half-ton, a proud representative of the 3100 series of trucks,* thrusts an inquisitive nose into the fall air on a Georgia highway just beyond Atlanta’s outer ‘burbs. Harbins, 33 miles northeast of Atlanta. (Photo by Junkyard Correspondent Intern Sam Davis) *The Greatest Pickup Of All Time
Hats off to those long-ago smart guys at Chrysler. In 1949, the company that rose from the ashes of the Maxwell Motor Co. came out with an innovation ahead of its time: padded dashboards. Better to hit your head on sponge rubber, they reasoned, than a steel dash or Bakelite knobs. Among those pad-dashed wondersContinue reading “No. 122: Holy Chrysler!”
Those were good times. The F-1 had debuted to an eager public in 1948, and small wonder: The truck represented a styling change from the models that had preceded it – was a rolling reminder, too, that the United States of America was moving happily away from the dark days of a world war. NewContinue reading “No. 120: Jets and Trucks”
It was running when I parked it, No. 118: Hail to the Tri-Fives! In a previous post I mentioned the debut of a line of Chevys known as the Tri-Fives. You are looking at the middle child of that remarkable trio, which said hello to an excited public in 1955 and lasted through 1957. SixContinue reading “No. 119: Hail to the Tri-Fives!”
Who bought this one-ton hauler from the Chevy dealer 65 years ago? When did its stake bed vanish? What sort of work did it do? Did it travel the slight rolls of north Florida from field to dock? Surely, somewhere along the line, this ’52 Chevrolet 3600 trucked oysters. Apalachicola, Fla., 345 miles south ofContinue reading “No. 113: Abandoned in Apalachicola”
Along a curve on a bendy Georgia highway, where the land lies like a crumpled blanket, rests a ’63 Ford Galaxie 500. Beside that is a ’53 Chevrolet Biscayne. Toccoa, 85 miles north of Atlanta.
On any Sunday, it sat outside a clapboard church, its engine clicking as it cooled while the preacher warmed to his message. It took newlyweds to Panama City. It ran off roads, rear-ended other cars and took grandma to the S&H Green Stamps store. Granddaddy used it for fishing. Daddy used it to get hisContinue reading “No. 96: ’50 Ford”