ABSTRACT
143 As a third-generation Ford man, I grew up with an intense, innate distaste for General Motors (GM) and all its products, especially Chevrolets. My father argued the case for Ford superiority with references to arcane technical deficiencies hidden in the Chevrolet innards. But of such things as vacuum-assisted gearshifts I knew nothing and didn’t need to learn. Chevrolets were no good because they weren’t Fords, and that was reason enough. It baffled me that my maternal grandfather, who otherwise seemed perfect, preferred the hated rival and always had one sitting, to my embarrassment, in his driveway.
