My father loved big, heavy cars. The first I remember was his '55 Buick Roadmaster, a giant four door sedan he bought new from his brother0-in-law, a Buick dealer. It was creamy white with a turquoise top and a light blue interior and an engine-turned dash panel. He had a succession of them after that one. My mom's car I remember so well was a very early '64 and 1/2 Mustang, silver blue with a blue and white interior--I was 21 at that time and thought it was a great little car.
