When I started my senior year in high school, my dad bought me a red 1947 Crosley two-door sedan. It was a fun car. Five of us would pile in and go to football games and then to the drive-in for a Coke. The four-cylinder engine was easy on gas. It all came to a screeching halt when the North Dakota winter set in. It got stuck easily and it was too narrow to follow regular car tracks. I traded it in for a 1941 Ford V-8. In the spring we took it to the Black Hills of South Dakota on our Senior Skip Day. It was a good car!