• Brings back memories. When I was growing up, my dad bought a '58 Pontiac two-door (not a Bonnie, cuz we didn't get Bonnies up here in Canada at that time). It was the only time I ever saw him stray from the Blue Oval (he started out with Model Ts back on the homestead). Anyway, as I recall he put up $950 for that Pontiac, around 1963 or so.

    It was the six cylinder with a three-speed column shift, and no power anything (that stuff was for sissies). Our lane-way was a touch on the narrow side, but my dad got pretty good with using the spaces between the fence posts to navigate the enormously wide Pontiac back to the garage in the back yard. In fact, that fence still had gouges in the shape of a 1958 Pontiac bumper when I sold the place for him in 2003.

    The car ran OK, but rust was the enemy, as for many cars in that era. My dad did the body repairs, and then priced out a paint job. However much they quoted, it was too much for my dad. However, not much earlier, a sharp door-to-door salesman had convinced him and my mom to purchase a new Filter Queen vacuum cleaner, and he had thrown in an accessory kit to close the deal. One of the accessories was (I kid you not) a paint sprayer.

    So, my dad headed off to the local paint shop and bought a couple of quarts of Coral Pink paint (that is what was on the car). Then he disappeared into the one-car garage with newspaper, masking tape, and the Filter Queen.

    Anyone who has done paint work knows how important pressure is, and I guess the Filter Queen just did not generate much of that. The result was like a 3800 lb lump of pink sandpaper.

    My dad did not want to discuss it. He drove the Pink Abrasion Special for another year or so, until he could find a suitable (cheap) replacement, in the form of a used `64 Fairlane.

    My mom, on the other hand, continued to clean the house with her vaguely pink Filter Queen for at least a couple of decades.

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