Tuesday, September 17, 2013 1:15:35 PM
After I wrote my last comment, I suddenly remembered the greatest Model T anecdote of all (for my family, anyway). I can't believe I almost forgot this; it`s something I learned when I conducted a tape recorded interview of my grandmother when I was in graduate school.
The way my grandmother and my grandfather met was that my grandfather`s Model T broke down in front of my grandmother`s family`s farmhouse. I kid you not. This was in north-central North Carolina. My grandfather asked to borrow some tools from my great-grandfather. My grandfather and Nellie (my grandmother) felt a spark and then my grandfather started "courting" her, driving out to meet her for dates in that same Model T. The rest--including my father and *me*--is history.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013 12:56:43 PM
One Model T anecdote that I read once, I forget where, involves the car's headlights. Back in the days before GPS and streetlights, it wasn`t unusual to get lost driving on some backroad at night. The Model T`s headlights were dim, so to read a road sign, the standard operating procedure was to creep the car up to the sign, put it in neutral, then rev up the engine, using the throttle lever. That would cause the lights to glow brighter so you could make out the road sign and know how to get home.