V8 283 Cubic Inch Chevy Engine

I bought my parent’s Studebaker when I worked as a copy boy at the Winnipeg Tribune, after one week as a teenage runaway living in a third floor Toronto garret, close to St. Clair & Yonge, with my trumpet and my typewriter. I could make the tires squeal in first and second gear, and it had a top speed of 120 mph on the Perimeter.  The split front seats conveniently went all the way down and flat against the back seat.

Here I am on the lot of the Glenlea teacherage where I lived with Peter and Gear while we went to the University of Manitoba. The house had running water in the kitchen sink, but no other plumbing. We split the $50/month rent three ways. Note denim jeans, jacket and shirt.

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