On the 31st of May 2021 at 7:00 PM or 19:00 in the evening I called my husband from Memorial Health University Medical Center Savannah, Georgia and demanded that he get in the Studebaker and come and pick me up. And he did his best. While backing out and driving into our driveway to test his mastery of the car’s controls his foot slipped from the clutch pedal. And here is the aftermath.
As luck would have it, Studebaker-International, holder of the remains of the Studebaker factory parts warehouse, had a new nose piece in stock, plus the bezel and grill. A local autobody shop took care of the parts change and paint chores while I attended to recovering from my injuries.
The radiator I sent back to a trusted shop in Bow, NH. I don’t know when he’s going to become too old to do the work he does but Bob Rondeau is one of those rare individuals who does one thing and does it very well.
The Studebaker does everything that we hoped it would do with no fuss or bother. And that’s pretty much how I spent the summer of 2021 post Memorial Day. It wasn’t until the end of the year that my right eye was pronounced to be “as good as it’s going to get.” I’ve learned to work around the blind spots, and to be aware that they exist. I think I’ll show you an example of what can go wrong when you don’t recognize your new limit. Art