1977 or 1978, I believe, Ford LTD. Which I believe stood for Limited space left wherever you park. She would drive from Illinois to Missouri every Christmas, brought presents and homemade chocolate. Penny, our Cocker Spaniel, once ate a whole pan of white chocolate fudge that Grandma hid under the bed. She would sleep in my sister’s room, which put my sister on the couch. I got up when I was six to tell her my wall made a funny noise. That was Grandma snoring.
I remember the car. A huge car. Three feet od solid iron ingot, measured from the front tire tread, made up the forward carrier launch deck. The top was green vinyl. The interior?
Equally gross was the interior. It was very much like this and very much a middle-management office as you could make an interior. It floated all the way to Dairy Queen and back with my sister and I rolling around the rear bench seat. In fact, I don’t remember much else about the interior, because any drive we took left zero emotional impact. Remarkable in that.
Q: “How’s it drive?”
A: “Like nothing before. Literally, nothing.”
Grandma was short. We became very nervous about her driving as time went by. She started bumping small things that weren’t cars or children, thank god, but it was only time before she did! So when she moved into an apartment, dad changed out her car to something more usable and less likely to run over valuable things.
He found a mint Datsun 810 wagon. Red. Automatic. It drove real nice and had the 280z’s straight-6. I would love a manual version...and a skyline engine.