While visiting my mother today, she gave me this picture of my Dad, my older sister, and me. (I'm the handsome lad in the manly baby blue snow suit
) . I'm sitting on the fender of Dad's 1955 Jeep Utility Wagon. His (now my) Cub was the first vehicle I ever drove; his '62 Utility Wagon with the Hurricane 6 was the first car I ever drove--he started me early. I've always wanted to find one to restore, but I've had no luck finding one that isn't all rusted out in this neck of the woods. Keep me in mind, you fellas in states with less salt air and less salt on the winter roads, if you should come across one. I'd love to find one.