My Dad's old 1939 Ford. It had a crooked iron crank that most
of the time had to be inserted into the front of the car and turned
around. It flew faster one day and broke my father's arm!!
But it would go through desert sand, steep hills, was a real work
horse. Dear old Dad wrecked it in the Yosemite hills one dark night,
years later sister and I found it and took off one of the big headlights
on one fender.