Station wagon memories
#1
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Station wagon memories
Two wagon's stick out in my memory, although I never got to ride in the back. 1978 Chevy Caprice wagon. It was huge. 215” long but it was 14” shorter than the prior generation! My wife hated it because of the size but it hauled three kids around for ten or eleven years. It became my son’s tank when he turned 17. It didn’t take long for it to end up in the scrap yard.
The other was our 1987 Chevy Celebrity Eurosport wagon. We called it the Iron Horse as it was powered by the Iron Duke engine. It was a work horse for almost ten years. It became my youngest daughter’s tank when she went to college. It lasted another year and half till she wrecked it and it ended up in the scrap yard.
How about you. . . any wagon memories?
Last edited by dlq04; 02-05-2017 at 04:36 AM.
#3
Yes! 56 Ford that Dad bought used. Not sure what year he bought it, but it was pretty much a POS. Didn't have it long. I have a pic of my sisters and me facing rear, dressed in our Easter outfits, but I can't find it.
Dad also had a yellow and green '59 Chevy wagon. My older sister learned to drive in that car. There were maybe two others, if that, in the area Dad would get "reports" if she pushed the pedal a bit too hard.
Yep, standing on the roof. I'm the second one from the left.
Dad also had a yellow and green '59 Chevy wagon. My older sister learned to drive in that car. There were maybe two others, if that, in the area Dad would get "reports" if she pushed the pedal a bit too hard.
Yep, standing on the roof. I'm the second one from the left.
#4
Ah yes. My very first car was a '64 Rambler station wagon. All of the seats folded down to make one flat surface from the tailgate to the dash!
#5
The only wagon that I ever owned was a 1973 Volvo 1800ES. Light blue metallic, with a 4 speed and a lever on the steering column to engage OD. I remember once having the car completely loaded with diapers.
#6
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Two wagons stick out in my mind. Dad bought a 1958 Ford station wagon, brown and white, and we drove that from Kansas to California when we moved to California. One stretch of desert in Nevada, the luggage on the roof rack came off, and I remember picking up our clothes off the highway.
Second was my 2 door '56 Chevy wagon (unfortunately not a Nomad) I had in the late 60s. It was a good time to have lots of room for a sleeping bag in the back....
Second was my 2 door '56 Chevy wagon (unfortunately not a Nomad) I had in the late 60s. It was a good time to have lots of room for a sleeping bag in the back....
#7
My parents like Pontiac Bonneville station wagons. We had a pink and white roofed one and then a 1970 green one. As kids, my brother and I would sleep in the flat back where my mom made a fitted bed of some sort, on our 8 hour drive to Lake Havasu, towing our boat. The pink one did okay the the 1970 was always having issues overheating.
I've owned three myself. I had a 1991 Honda Accord wagon with a 5-speed stick. I loved it and sold it with over 100,000 miles on it. I had a 2011 Honda Crosstour and now have a 2015 Honda Crosstour which is perfect for hauling my ElliptiGO around in.
I've owned three myself. I had a 1991 Honda Accord wagon with a 5-speed stick. I loved it and sold it with over 100,000 miles on it. I had a 2011 Honda Crosstour and now have a 2015 Honda Crosstour which is perfect for hauling my ElliptiGO around in.
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#8
We had a Ford with the back seats that faced the rear window so we could breath in the exhaust fumes ! But most of the time the back was filled with Ski stuff for the trek to the Laurentans or diving gear for summer trips
#9
Here's the station wagon we had. I think it was a Pontiac Bonneville. This pic is from 1963 or so after we moved to McLean VA from France. We had the car over there, too.
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#10
My parents had a '64 Chevelle wagon when I was a kid. I remember many a camping trip in that car. I also remember laying down in the back, with my head near the tailgate so I could watch the stars at night through the rear window on long rides home from my grandparents cottage.