Before TV came out in the late 1940's, this 1946 Studebaker Commander was the butt of many jokes on Radio! It was called the car that didn't know which way it was going! I remember it well! Hal
In the early 1970's, my dad owned an old Studebaker-Packard Lark that he drove to work. It was a rust-bucket and eventually the floorboard rusted through so that you could actually see the pavement in some spots through the footwell. The front seat eventually became unsecured on the front so that when you accelerated, the seat would rock back and you'd lose contact with the accelerator for a moment. It was a standard column shift so that loose seat made for interesting driving. Fun times. He also owned a Golden Hawk but that was before my time. My first husband had an old Studebaker pickup truck that had been abandoned in a field for a time before he bought it; he was trying to restore the truck but eventually gave up on it. Very unique looking truck, though. I need to shuffle through old photos and see if I have any of that thing. As an aside to this car conversation, my first husband's name is Hudson. My dad always called him "Super 6" and I had no idea why until years later. (Daddy was a card, you might say.)
When I was a senior in high school a friend of ours who was a mechanic had an old Hudson in his garage. I asked if it ran, and he said if you put gas in it she will go. So, I made a deal to buy it for 15 bucks and gassed the thing up. It too had a rusted out floor and loose front seat. Stick shift on the floor and a tar top that leaked. But my friends and I had a great time that year with that old car. Gas gauge never worked and had to check the tank with a ruler. Just before I went off to college, one night my boyfriend and I went for a malted and I drove off the curb. Bent the flywheel under the carriage and that old Hudson just laid down and died.
We came to California from West Virginia 76 years ago in a 1928 Hudson Super Six. It was a massive, heavy automobile. Here's a shot of one just like ours: Hal