The Green Bomb - 1939 Studebaker Commander
It wasn't much on looks. It had more miles on it than God.
The clutch slipped, the rear shocks didn't work, and inside it
smelled like someone died.
Or at least how I imagined that would smell.
But it was my first car - a beat up 12-year-old, four-door 1939
Studebaker Commander - and I wouldn't have been happier driving
a brand new Caddy ragtop with Doris Day lusting after me from
the back seat.
A boy's first car is far more important and indelible than his
first kiss, first love, first anything. At least, that's the way
it was for me.
The day I turned 15, I passed my Illinois drivers license test.
(Yes, in those days you got your learner's permit at 14 and, to
the dismay of most parents, were legal to drive the following
year.) My 15th summer I got a job as a stock boy at Kodak's
downtown Chicago retail store at 38˘ an hour. After bus fare,
every penny went into my car fund. I would have wheels and the
freedom they represented by summer's end.
Strangely,
my parents didn't object. Mid-August I paid $150 for the
Studebaker, and had enough left over for insurance.
Compensating for the funky smell, my first car featured a radio
whose sound matched our family console, and a Hill-Holder - a
nifty innovation that locked the brakes so you wouldn't roll
backwards when releasing the clutch while starting from a hill.
Overdrive was a fifth gear that automatically engaged when you
let your foot off the gas going over 42 miles per hour.
Precocious for a '39.
But first, I had to learn to drive a stick shift; I'd earned my
license driving my dad's Hydra-Matic Oldsmobile.
I enlisted my good buddy and four-on-the-floor expert, Pete
Ziegler, who patiently sat through hours of grinding gears and
bouncing starts as I practiced negotiating a manual
transmission.
Next, I dealt with the smell. Pine-scented aerosol taped to the
steering column did the trick. (I went through a can a week.)
Then, being a teenager - fearless and stupid - I wasted no time
driving to an unpatrolled stretch of highway in the time-honored
tradition to see "what the car could do."
At about 85 miles per hour, bouncing along like the poor car had
its testicles in a cinch, the hood flew up blocking my view,
then took off like a flying saucer. The next day I fixed the
hood, bought green auto paint, primed, masked, and spray-painted
the car.
The Green Bomb was born.
God, it was so g-r-e-e-n. Almost iridescent. The swatch had
looked, well, Studebaker conservative. That first night I
honest-to-God was pleased to see that it didn't glow in the
dark.
Never particularly popular, I now had all sorts of friends
wanting rides, many just to experience the oddly erotic bounce.
The car was a dream. It was big enough to carry 10 good friends,
12 with the windows open. In overdrive, its little 85-hp L-head
six-cylinder engine got almost 30 miles per gallon. With gas at
up to 22˘ a gallon, that meant something.
Suddenly Trivia. How much did the 1939 Studebaker cost new?
a) $660, b) $1400, c) $999.
Alas, the following spring I sold the Green Bomb - now with new
shocks - buying instead a chopped and leaded '41 Ford
convertible powered by a hot '47 Mercury engine. It was fast,
with chromed headers and dash, satisfying my itch for speed,
self-expression, and parental disapproval.
It had no top. I carried a squeegee to wipe the inside
windshield when it rained.
Late that summer, I saw my poor old Green Bomb in a junkyard,
smashed almost beyond recognition. Soon after, I ran into the
guy to whom I'd sold it. Before I could ask what happened, he
said, "I had a little accident with your car. And you know, I'm
sure going to miss that radio."
I still do.
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