1941 Buick like my Dad drove until 1956 in California

My father drove one of these from 1942 until 1956 when he bought a 1956 Century Buick. The one we had was exactly like this(blue) until he repainted it about 1952 or so a lighter shade of blue. It was a column shift 3 speed with the biggest engine made by Buick and so he often raced people with it on the freeway with my mother and I on board because that was more normal for men to do then than now. It was just a part of the culture. I remember my mother and I were in the car one time when a guy was racing us and his car started to lose it around 96 miles and hour and we made it up to 105 miles per hour then. His brother raced this car on the streets until he became a test pilot landing planes on aircraft carriers in order to us to take it back to Japan. This worked. That we could attack Japan so quickly with planes scared them and gave us more time to rebuild our military in order to eventually win.

 I can remember standing up at age 2 on the back seat behind my father while he drove then. But, when he went around corners fast it through me against the window winder in the back seat. But, I couldn't cry when the window winder hit my face because I had to be a "little man" around my Dad because that was how it was then. My mother didn't learn to drive until 1954 in this car with a column stick shift. I remember her learning to drive with me in the front seat at age 6 and me hitting the windshield with my face as she ran over a mailbox. Women had to be pretty determined to learn to drive then and to do whatever it took. I didn't cry then either because it wouldn't have been appropriate. I needed to encourage my mother even at age 6 in successfully driving a car. Part of the reason she was learning to drive is she lost me in a Bullock's department store in Los Angeles for an hour while we were taking a bus from the church on Hope Street back to Tujunga where we lived then when I was 6.