My Dad Bought Back The First Police Car He Was Issued As A Young Policeman Part 2
And what has happened since its rebirth...
First off let me say how honored I am by how many of you liked and read part 1 of this story. I had no idea how many of you enjoyed this stuff or were interested in it, so I thought I would do a short update on the car and what has happened since it found its way back into my fathers garage. Again, my heartfelt thanks to you all for showing your interest in what I had naively thought was an old and forgotten ex cop car.
After we got the engine going in the old Plymuth back in its dusty garage in Burlington, Vermont, my father and I had the silly idea to actually drive it back down to southern Vermont (approximately 100 miles). We quickly called Geico and added some insurance to the car before taking our chances driving it back home, only upon deeming the car safe to drive. I got in my dads Impala and he got in the Plymouth, and we set off down Interstate 89 which runs almost the length of the state of Vermont. We made it about 20 miles before doing the smart thing: stopping and calling a tow truck.
I'll be honest: we had AAA points to blow on a free tow, but the old Plymouth just wasn't chugging along as it should. Sure, it was going along steadily, but with each hill (of which there are a lot in Vermont if you've never been), the old car just about shut off from exhaustion. So, after giving it a good shot, we pulled over and watched the old Plymouth get loaded onto the back of a tow truck and my dad, after dropping me at my car, followed the tow truck back to his home.
These days, the old Plymouth is hibernating as the salt on the roads would be far too corrosive to its old body. In the warmer months, however, it cruises the same streets it used to patrol in its former life of being an in-service police car. It has never let my father down, and he enjoys driving it just as much now as he did back then.