Yesterday I saw a 1958 blue and white Chevy Bel Air on the highway. Boy, did that bring back memories!
In 1958, Coach Don, our high school coach and PE teacher showed up at school one day driving a brand new blue and white Chevy Bel Air. It had white leather seats, white wall tires, chrome hubcaps and trim and modest tail fins.

To us gawking at it, the car looked so modern and beautiful. Of course all the pimply faced, duck tailed hairdo teenage boys were itching to get close to it, to look under the hood, to sit in it and imagine themselves behind the wheel. Us girls giggled at the boys and admired the beauty of that Chevy too.

Coach Don took no chances. Whatever he was doing and where ever he was, he kept the Bel Air parked where he could see it from a window. He did relent one day and popped the hood so all the boys could Ooooh and Ahhh over the motor--look but not touch.

Coach had a very understanding wife, to let him get a car with a white interior, when they had two kids that were sure sooner or later to mess it up. A few months later, another teacher, suffering from Bel Air envy, drove to school in a red and white Bel Air. It was so spiffy, but nothing like that first one that stands out in my memory.

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