The story: When I was growing up in Toronto, my father owned an early 1930s Plymouth, which we fondly called Ned. Being our only car, he drove it daily, which included family vacations all over Canada.

During these trips many hours were spent looking at the scenery while Dad hitched a ride to the nearest garage to get one part or another to get us back on the road.

In 1962 my father got a ticket for impeding traffic, as Ned could no longer keep up with highway speed limits, at which point in time the car was retired to the garage.

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