I grew up in a Ford family, one in where the company cars were all Fords. My father and grandfather restored Model A’s and I grew up riding in them. We lived in Atlanta, but drove to upstate New York and New Orleans, along with poing inbetween in a 1930 Model A Station Wagon. In fact my first word was “ahooga” the sound of the iconic Model A horn. I remember the day my grandfather gave me a 1928 Roadster Pickup, in pieces of course, and how my father, grandfather and myself all worked on it. My two boys now get to enjoy riding in it, as well as, that Station Wagon. Fords have always been in my life and will always be. Thanks for the memeories Ford.