Ever see the end credits for Superbad?

THE OLDEST CAR I'VE EVER OWNED (YET)

I believe these pics were sent to me from the man on the street, Robin of Omaha. Somewhere under the BQE between Williamsburg and Greenpoint roosts the following XXX beauty:

This is a 1947 Dodge D24 Custom Town Sedan in what I think is Panama Sand. It is filthy and as a result has been festooned with penises. Somewhere out there is a person with a dirty mind and a dirtier finger, and for that I salute them!

Look at this big dumb mug.
This represents a slightly improved holdover from the pre-WWII years. From this angle we can see that the hood is hinged down the middle, with each side opening up like wings. The massive fenders are mostly separate from the body which would look ridiculously outdated within a couple years. Those big square turn signal lenses are made of thick glass with magnifying facets like those of a lighthouse light. These cars were 6 volt so the puny lights needed the extra help. 

There are no hubcaps on this side and even a donut on the back!
The Custom was the highest trim level of the D-24 series, with the Town Sedan being a specific body style. The easiest way to discern a Town Sedan is that the rear doors are hinged in the front whereas the other 4 door models had suicide doors in the rear. Another detail is that there is no rear quarter window behind the rear door which all other 4 doors had. Lastly the Town Sedan came on a wheelbase 18" longer than the others. Think of this as the modest mans limo.

The sheer amount of manhood somebody scribbled on this ride is incredible!
The trunk on this ride is so mighty that the spare tire stands upright to one side within. 

Looking good with wide white walls, hubcaps, and beauty rings on the driver's side! This beast is powered by the 230 inline 6 cylinder mated to a 3 speed standard transmission. A notable option for this era was the Fluid-Drive; a semi-automatic transmission where you didn't need the clutch to shift into 2nd or 3rd gears. If it were so equipped it would have Fluid-Drive in red script on the rear bumper.

Well that's where we'll leave this slumbering behemoth waiting for a bath.
The oldest car I ever owned was a 1947 Dodge. While driving through North Providence one day back in the '90s when I passed it sitting on a dirt lot with "$850 - runs" written on the windshield. I made my way to a pay phone (!) and dialed the number on the spot. The guy came down and it fired right up. After driving it around the lot a few times I went to the bank and gave him the 850. It was massive and handled like a dump truck but was equipped with Fluid Drive and was in really good condition actually. A few weeks into my brief ownership I lost the brakes completely on my way down a gentle hill (the pedal dropped to the floor like dropping a book on a table - NO brakes!). I slowly ran a red light on my way back to the friends driveway I was parking it at and managed to park it without issue. Realizing I was in over my head (in college without a garage or money) I sold it for what I paid for it to a local guy. They aren't worth much today but I still get nostalgic when I see one.

Truman era licorice behemoth for post 399!

TRUMAN ERA BLACK BEAUTY FOR POST 399

Tomorrow will be my 400th attempt at this endeavor and I have a hooptie picked out that perfectly encapsulates my mission statement. But first there's this licorice behemoth that lives just blocks from my new spot in Bay Ridge. The mechanics were very nice when I asked to snap a few pics and I got the impression people do all the time:

This is a *1948 Chrysler Windsor sedan in Black. This car is executive, classy, and authoritative. It is also ready to start up and drive away 69 years after it came off the assembly line! The overall shape harkens back to the pre-war era of the fenders being separate from the body.
*The registration sticker claims this is a '49 but there was a comprehensive restyle. Perhaps this languished on the lot and was first titled in 1949?

First of all get a load of this pointy-lipped grill. Those turn signals tucked under the top horizontal bar are legit glass. The hood ornament is an eagle in flight looking down (at the whole world I'm sure).

This is a big car in person with the hood just continuing on forever like the prow of an ocean liner. The front fender itself is about as long as a Smart Car.
Beneath that mighty hood lies a 250 L-Head 6 cylinder good for a measly 114 horsepower. This was mated to a 4 speed manual transmission. Overall this car was about getting there in style and comfort as opposed to being swift.

The Windsor was a higher trim level of the Royal. The Saratoga, New Yorker, and Town & Country were all tonier than the Windsor, making for an impressive array of offerings for one make.

The original Windsor was introduced in 1939 to replace the Chrysler Airflow. The Airflow was a departure from almost anything built up to that point in that it had a slippery body born in a wind tunnel of Chryslers design. The Airflow was a flop but the lessons they learned influenced their designs for decades to come. This slippery shape is a direct descendant of the Airflow. 

You just know looking at these taillights that they are the pet project of some designer in the Chrysler studio. Beautiful and architectural, these could just as easily be installed on the Chrysler Building itself. The trunk is so tall that the spare tire sits upright in a little well to one side. 

This interior seems like a slightly out of date fancy restaurant in some grand hotel. The admittedly stained seat is still without tears though and it does match the secondary colors on the dash and door.
That is a manual transmission on the tree allowing for 3 abreast seating in comfort. There is a radio installed in the center with pushbuttons to remember your favorite stations. How satisfying are those chrome knobs under the dash? They control the lights (in 2 switches; the first is just for those bumper mounted running/fog lights and the second for headlights), temperature, and defrost. Under the closest of those is a clear acrylic knob which is actually the choke.

Well there we have it; a lovely old post war yacht roosting mere blocks from my new home. The oldest car I ever owned was a 1947 Dodge which, while being downmarket from the haughty Chryslers, was more similar than dissimilar to this ride. My old beast had the semi auto Fluid Drive trans and drove like an old truck for $850. I have no doubt this would be a bit more refined but these are truly basic cars that are a cinch to work on. If you have a driveway or garage and like to tinker you can pick up a lovely postwar classic pretty cheap and drive around town with ease.
Tomorrow brings the 400th post!