That's huge: 1968 Chrysler 300 Convertible
My Grandpa Jack drove an equally massive Chrysler coupe (it was black though) - of a slightly later vintage, I believe. Once, we borrowed it for a family trip from San Diego to El Paso, and it almost killed our dog Wolfy: he got smashed in the door jamb when somebody accidentally shut it on him. (He survived!)
Giant Chryslers like this are a rare site in the city. I suppose they were pretty rare even in their heyday - I mean, really, can you imagine driving a boat like this around San Francisco?! Probably 220-inches long, the suspension and driving feel of a barge, sheesh. But parked like this, the long, long lines and beautiful creamy body just exude class and elegance. Oh, the way we were.

