While at SF State from '68-'70, I traded a 1959 Corvette I smashed up for a 1955 Cadillac Ambulance. Had more fun (and got a lot 'luckier') than I ever did with the Vette. Back then, you'd pick up anybody and everybody with it. I must have given every relative of Cheech and Chong a ride, cause most of the time I couldn't see out of the back for all the smoke. Painted the sides with "Harlem Taxi Service of San Francsico". Of course, the sign in the rear window reading: "Don't Laugh, Your Daughter May Be In The Back" drew some stares (and fingers).

That thing was l o n g & HEAVY. We took it over the Siskiyous at 70 mph with chains and no brains in the snow one time. Never did get a parking ticket....I think the cops loved it too much. It had Kentucky plates on it, registered as a house-car. Finally sold it because of the price of gas and that damn Viet Nam thing.

Would I like to have it back, you ask? You betcha!