This is almost the exact copy of the car my Dad drove and on which I learned to navigate San Francisco streets, including the dreaded uphill drive up from Fisherman's Wharf on the cable car tracks, in the rain, after the cable tracks were oiled. I don't remember the stereo in it, but we listened to many symphonies and other music through the 2 classical FM stereo stations then. He fitted it with Gabriel Silver E shocks, helper springs, stiffer parts, big tires, etc.
Prior to that, he had a 1951 1/2 Chrysler Imperial 331 hemi, which was hopped up.
