Oooh I love that song, seriously. It's going to fight with "Rambling Bear" in my head for the next couple of hours. *hugs*

Now THERE'S a song that hasn't gone through my head in a while... and believe it or not, it used to do that pretty regularly. I must be older than I look.

I think it's harder to get hair off the seats... because it's attached. :)

Egad, we're all old together. When was the last Nash Rambler built? I'd have guessed neither of you were yet born.

My Mom had a Nash Rambler station wagon for a while when I was about 11 or 12 years old. It was yellow and white, and I remember it very well. Never an easy rider, it used to break into a front end shimmy under certain conditions. No one seemed able to find the cause. Turned out to be a bad steering knuckle, which we found out the day she was driving it and one of the front wheels fell off. Well, didn't quite come off, but twisted around so it was hanging by a stabilizer rod. The car was towed back to our house and left by the curb in front, where it sat for many weeks while my Dad debated whether it was worth repairing. He always seemed to think that somehow it was Mom's fault. Anyway, someone finally complained and the police gave it a citation as an abandoned car, so he had it towed away as junk. I haven't thought about that for a long, long time.

Good grief. I'm amazed there are still any of those little tin cans running. Must have been hidden in a barn somewhere for 40 years.

The last time I actually saw one was probably in the mid-1980s. It was parked on a street near our house in Chicago, and obviously not running. Not only did it have a cracked windshield and rust holes you could have put a fist through, it had two flat tires. The tire size probably is the same as some golf carts.

I remember looking at a new one at the American Motors dealer with my Dad back in the early 1960s. I thought it was really cute that the way into the trunk was through the back seat rather than by an external access. He pointed out that it wouldn't seem so cute if you needed the spare tire and the trunk and back seat were full of luggage. I'm sure they got spectacular gas mileage for 50s/60s era cars. But gasoline was so cheap back then (I can remember paying as little as 19 cents a gallon) that it hardly mattered. We did own three different Corvairs, but never had a Metropolitan.