My father was a used car dealer in the Midwest. Our family attorney's daughter was selected as Miss America, after her tour of duties were over she was starting her school teaching in Alaska and her 1951 M.G.T.D. was not exactly the proper ride for Alaska. So her Dad consigned the car to my father to sell. It was a black roadster with yellow wire wheels and I was allowed to drive it on many occasions. What a thrill the open car was to drive and especially with the miss America history. We were unable to sell it in a rural Nebraska setting and took it to the big city of Omaha, Nebraska to find a buyer. It was a glorious feeling and a proud moment representing a Miss America vehicle in the big city.