My dad (Richard P. Seavey, 1930-2010) went into the Navy right out of high school, but soon realized that he was desperately homesick. After his discharge in 1953, he returned by bus to South Portland, Maine. Without even a driver's license, he went right over to Forest City Chevrolet and paid cold hard cash for this 1950 Chevy Bel Air. How he drove it back to Bay View Avenue no one remembers!
He also walked down to the RED & WHITE and bought a case of G.I. quarts of beer, which he hauled all the way back up the hill! Guess he was glad to be back in the Great State o' Maine.
Dad was never mechanically inclined. Luckily, his soon-to-be in-laws would take care of his cars very well over the years. But he WAS very protective of his car, constantly checking to make sure all the doors were locked before leaving it anywhere. He was even questioned once in my memory by a cop about his circling his own car, because he suspected Dad was trying to figure out how to break into it!