ED: I’ve gotten a number of CC Kids responses, so we’ll start with this one by Jud L., who lives just five blocks from me. I’ve seen him riding his trike around, but didn’t make the connection. 🙂
First photo is me with my father’s ’65 Plymouth Fury in the background. He actually practiced large-animal veterinary medicine in Cumberland County, PA. out of leased, full-size four-doors for many years. They were always stripper Plymouths or Fords (though he once had a Rambler Rebel). The back seat would come out, and that area and the trunk were filled with the tools and medicines necessary to doctor dairy cow herds.
He’d rack up about 50K miles in 2 years, then exchange for a new car. They all smelled strongly of cow shit from about week one, and I’ve wondered how they fared on the secondary market. When vans became a bit more civilized in the mid-70’s, he switched to a short wheelbase Dodge Tradesman and had vans thereafter. Photo is from summer 1967.
Second photo is me and my siblings in early 1968 with the family ’64 Chevelle Malibu wagon.
I believe this. Our large animal vet bought Ford Falcons, tore out the back seat, put in a CB radio, and bombed around the back roads treating our cattle and hogs. Dr. Tom liked to drive fast, and we have often wondered how many Fords he helped to sell, given the durability of those Falcons.
I can close my eyes and imagine the fragrance! I have fond memories of this Plymouth as my Dad had a very similar one in a pale blue. One of the most reliable cars he owned, it was passed down to my Sister who drove it until the day the old poly-head 318 seized from lack of oil. My only criticism of the 1965, is that the back end always looked a little droopy or bent. The 1966 butt-lift did wonders for the appearance.
I remember the vet and his Galaxies parked at Grampa Terry’s milkhouse.
Wow, I think I had a tricycle just like that one. Definitely had a sled like that and a stinky car too. My first car was a ’72 Toyota Corroded wagon that belonged to a little old lady who kept chickens and goats. She would take them with her on weekly shopping errands and we believed the car never got above 25mph during her entire ownership of it. The first time we opened the vents above 40mph hay and other “stuff” flew in our faces. No amount of scrubbing could get the barnyard smell out of it. I’m sure the second owners of your dad’s cars had the same problem. The eventual flow-through ventilation provided by the naturally occurring vents helped make it tolerable.
I would have thought that horses and cows are too big to do their business in the back of a Plymouth sedan, but what do I know?
Nobody has mentioned the Chevelle wagon. I will probably be in the minority, but I find the 64-65 Chevelle to be one of the more unfortunate styling jobs of the 60s. This was one time where Chevrolet lagged every other Division that offered an A body in those years.