This was my Dad’s gray and white 1960 Wagon. He purchased it new in New York, and each year took it on fishing or hunting trips from the Jersey shore to Bangor Maine. He attached a plow to earn extra money, and wore out several clutches before teaching me how to drive a stick. 45 years later it settled into his yard in Vermont. I finally plucked it out and found a few old tires to get it rolling. After a new battery and brakes it’s going into the barn until I come up with a plan to preserve it.