My father bought this car for me in 1978, when I graduated from high school and started working. It was an old U.S. Post Office Jeep and it had been owned by at least one other person after the Post Office decommissioned it. It had an unknown number of miles on it and was in pretty sad shape. Plus there was no AC, no radio or 8-track player, no seats in the back, and, of course, no beverage holders. It was also the only car I had with a manual choke. I loved the car. It was cute. I also liked the looks I got when I went through toll booths and had to slide across the front seat to give my money to the toll worker. My parents probably liked the car because I couldn't take it anywhere that might get me in trouble lest it (and I) be recognized. I've had much nicer cars since then, and certainly more comfortable ones, but I've never had such a cute one. The guys posing with the car are my brothers.