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Here is my 1966
Chrysler New Yorker, |
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| Driving this car home
was likely the scariest thing that I have done in a very
long time. The brakes where so soft, that there was
times that I didn't know if the car would even stop and
the steering was just horrifying. Most of the time
I had to cost to a stop and there must have been 15
degrees of play in the column. It felt like the
car was all over the road, but we had power that 440 was
nice. We had to stop several time on the way back
because of these problems. The trip was just over 100
miles and it took over 2 hours. That short trip just
wiped me out. I couldn't believe how tired I was
afterwards. The worst thing of all is the kid that I
bought the car from was so very proud of the car and all
the work that he had done. I never had the heart to tell him that I was going to cut it all up because I was after the sheet steel, mainly the rear quarter panels. I came to realize after a few years how important this purchase was, it single-handedly saved my station wagon. |
