1967 Rambler Ambassador

Well it was time to move up. HarleyDad had earned his masters degree and actually had a job in Big D., Texlandia as a university professor. No more modest Rambler. Brokerbelle located a 1967 Rambler Ambassador. The Ambassador was the luxury Rambler. It was large, plush and rode smoothly. It was also a gas hog. But then you can't have everything and gasoline was still relatively cheap. Besides with the car, Brokerbelle also negotiated about 100 gallons of free gas in order to get us started.

Most cars have something about them that are really great. In the Ambassador's case, it was the dashboard lights. Yes, the Ambassador had the greatest dashboard lights of all time. Everything on the dashboard was lighted. The lights were a wonderful green. At night you felt that you had crawled into a wonderful spaceship and were flying off to wonderful adventures. The airconditioner worked well also.

After about three years we sold the Ambassador to buy a trouble free car to take with us to law school. Yes, you got it --it was the Accursed Mid-Year Maverick.

The Ambassador had one other small defect when we sold it. This defect promoted a religious outlook on life, causing you to hum "Nearer My God to Thee" and promoted instant prayer-just add traffic. Peversely, our Ambassador would occasionally stall out just as you pulling into freeway traffic. This is something you have to experience personally and written descriptions do not do it justice. Just as you needed that power to pull into traffic, you did not have it. No one could say exactly why this could happen, and it was an intermittant problem. I concluded that the auto was a death trap waiting to happen.

I would not be sorry I sold this car -at least until I got the next one, which really taught me what pain could be like.

However, those green lights on the Ambassador were beautiful, and since that time neither of us have seen any dashboard lights that would rival it!

HarleyDad