A bit of history here if you are interested.
After the Korean War, my Dad went to work as a Blood Bank supervisor. The small town Georgia hospital had a Blood Bank which were very rare in those times.
He was able to secure a confiscated hot rod, converted moonshine runner, from the IRS (there was no ATF back then). He did emergency blood deliveries all over Georgia and Florida in that souped-up car.
I remember well that Ford station wagon. It had a T-Bird motor and upgraded suspension for high speed, heavy loaded, running.
I can remember, as a small boy, going to work with him in the summers. I would sometimes ride my Western Flyer up to the back door of the hospital and just walk in through the morgue to his Blood Bank lab. Screen doors and no air conditioning. Boy have times changed.
If he got the emergency call, I would hop in that Ford with him. It would fly. No interstate highways and all two-lane back roads through the countryside.
He made a lot of emergency late night runs. Often on long distances. Just so happens that I ran across a newspaper article that I recently found in some of my late Mother's photo albums.
I posted them below.
After the Korean War, my Dad went to work as a Blood Bank supervisor. The small town Georgia hospital had a Blood Bank which were very rare in those times.
He was able to secure a confiscated hot rod, converted moonshine runner, from the IRS (there was no ATF back then). He did emergency blood deliveries all over Georgia and Florida in that souped-up car.
I remember well that Ford station wagon. It had a T-Bird motor and upgraded suspension for high speed, heavy loaded, running.
I can remember, as a small boy, going to work with him in the summers. I would sometimes ride my Western Flyer up to the back door of the hospital and just walk in through the morgue to his Blood Bank lab. Screen doors and no air conditioning. Boy have times changed.
If he got the emergency call, I would hop in that Ford with him. It would fly. No interstate highways and all two-lane back roads through the countryside.
He made a lot of emergency late night runs. Often on long distances. Just so happens that I ran across a newspaper article that I recently found in some of my late Mother's photo albums.
I posted them below.
