If I spent half as much time in my garage as I do surfing the net for Crosley tidbits, I'd probably have at least one running Crosley right now. But, then I probably wouldn't find stuff like this:
"The back seat in the Crosley was hardly more than vinyl covered plywood. After a few hours back there, you hurt all over and couldn't get comfortable. My mother held my crying baby brother on her lap all the way there and back. My sister wouldn't stay on her side but there wasn't much side to stay on. My father was frustrated and tried to ignore everyone."
Hokey Ass Message Board, a site for vintage hotrod devotees that I've mentioned a few times before. Denny had posted the photos on an incredible thread called 'Vintage Pictures of Days Gone by.' It's one of the best threads on the HAMB- it has 1258 pages of vintage photos. I emailed Denny to ask about the trip and he got right back to me.
"The Crosley adventure was sixty years ago and most of my recollections were that of a 5-year-old who felt like being shut in a running clothes dryer for days. The Crosley ran great and we had no trouble on the two-lane highways of U.S. 20. It might take ten minutes to climb a hill in the Crosley, but this was before interstates."
He says they made it back to home base, Oneonta, New York in one piece, too.
"It was used and bought for my mother. I think the original color was a faded green. My mother found a can of robin's egg blue enamel in her father's barn and with brushes, she let me help paint it."