For some reason, boys of all ages (including me) have a lifelong fascination and obsession with automobiles.
It’s something we grew up with, or at least I did.
In back of our house was a magnificent, full-size garage complete with windows, a wooden floor, workbench and hinged doors.
To one side of it was a slanted shed where the Model A was kept.
We called it the “big car shed.” It was home to “Old Betsy,” our big, black four-door Dodge.
We always kept the garage doors closed up tight whenever Old Betsy was home.