'59 Chevy Rag Top

Summer 1960 My two brothers, my brothers girlfriend, my sister and I took a road trip to Mexico. We went all the way to Acapulco. On the way back from Mexico City to Monterey, it was just about dark, when driving through a mountain pass, we ran into a pile of rocks that had fallen into the road. The rocks busted up the power steering cylinders. We drove on and soon the headlights were dimming. Those cars had the generator and power steering pump on the same shaft. The damage to the power steering screwed up the generator. We started driving with the lights off, turning then on only when we met another vehicle. At about 1 AM we limped into a small town. Found a small motel and exhausted , went to bed. I awoke first and the first thing that came into my mind was that we were screwed. In the middle of nowhere, money running short, and a dead vehicle.

I dressed and walked out and looked up and down the still dark ,vacant street. As I turned around, I noticed lights going on in a building about a block down the street. Then someone threw another switch and the most beautiful neon Chevrolet Brand sign came on in all its splender.