When I was much younger, in the early 60's, the across the street neighbor had one. Poor guy, every evening when he came home all the kids on the block, 10 or 12 of us, would assault him. He couldn't even get in the house before we were begging for rides. Most days he would humor us, and we would all pile in the car and cruise the blocks with the top down. There was this one rather steep hill that he would go up, making it just to the top then rolling back down in reverse saying "It just won't make it!". Looking back I think he was just playing along, because we kids would be whooping and hollering, trying to coax that car up the hill. Thank you, Mr. Broom, for some great memories.