This picture does not do this paint job justice... the sparkles were beautiful
All in line on Division Street, heading out towards the middle of town from the high school..
This a Crosley, from the 1940's. My father had a yellow convertible. He tied the steering wheel, so the car went in a circle and put me in the driver's seat. I was 5 and thought I was the real deal.. lol
This is a British delivery truck, it played a tune much like our ice cream wagons do. How do I know it was British, I guess because the steering wheel was on the right.
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