late 1980’s. somewhere on pch, central california, near a little restaurant called “the whole enchilada”. now, if that didn’t make us want to stop, i’m guessing that we weren’t stopping for much of anything. i saw this automobile, mid 1950’s imperial, parked in the lot, and not just suggested we turn around, but i may have grabbed the wheel and insisted. not the safest detour, but we did actually stop for more than an enchilada, and an image or two. still solid after 25 + years.