SAN FRANCISCO: The
1948 Chevy was a handsome car. It wasn't low slung and modern like the first postwar
Studebakers, or streamlined like the contemporary Packard, but it certainly was handsome.
This car was the last chapter in the history of a model line that started in mid-1941.
While the 1942 Chevy appeared quite new with its low, wide grillwork
and headlights smoothly blended into front fenders that flowed Buick-like into the doors,
the underpinings were much as had come before. Civilian automobile production shut down to
make room for war production in early February
after less than 260,000 cars had been built. Between 1942-45 a number of '42 models, held
in storage for "High Priority" buyers by the Office of Price Administration,
were slowly released after June 1943. These were all "blackout " models with
painted brightwork. The rest of the folks drove old cars or took the bus. (My mom couldn't
drive at the time so she sold my dad's '38 Master Deluxe while he was overseas - boy was
he mad!) Enter, the car famine.
By 1946 America needed new
cars. The old ones were worn out and replacement parts were in short supply. Most of the
American manufactures just started cranking out facelifted '42 models. Chevy installed a
wider, less fussy grille and started selling all they could build. The '47 Chevrolets
sported an even wider, much more attractive grille and some cleaner, more up-to-date side
trim. Sales were booming. Chevy set an all-time convertible sales record when it produced
But the Chevy started to look old by 1948. Not bad, just old. Nash,
Packard, and Hudson had introduced their versions of Buck Rodgers space rocket and GM
wouldn't be ready to show its next generation of cars until 1949. The '48 was the last and
the best of its pre-war line. Chevrolet's venerable 216 cu.in. six had finally been
updated with precision-type main bearings instead of the old rough fit and reamers, and a
vacuum assist for the three speed column
mounted shifter. In total, 776,000 Chevys were built that year before the lines were shut
down to re-tool for the all-new 1949 models.
This particular Drive Report car is owned by Gerry Peter of Fairfield,
California. Gerry found his '48 Fleetmaster convertible in Redwood City, CA. He bought it,
in pieces, from the widow of the fellow that started the restoration years before. After
sorting out the boxes of unlabeled parts, Gerry was able to find the missing bits and
start restoration. Every part was stripped, cleaned or sandblasted, and either plated,
painted or replaced with brand new pieces. The car was then re-assembled, using all new
rubber and hardware. The rebuilt running gear was installed into a newly painted metallic
maroon body. The interior features red leather seats while the power top is covered in
tan. Options include the vacuum shift, a spotlight, and a rare set of factory 15"
wheels painted body color and correctly detailed with beige striping.
The Classic Drive
This is not my first time around the block in a '48 Chevy. In 1965, I
bought a nifty Fleetline Aerosedan (fastback) from the local butcher in Menlo Park, CA for
$75. Drove it to Woodside High - and to visit my girlfriend on weekends. She had moved
over 35 miles away and in the Chevy, with its maximum safe cruising speed of 50 MPH, it
felt like a hundred miles. I used the hand throttle as a primitive cruise control and
watched the VW vans fly past. My '48 might have been slow but it never once let me down.
A '48 Chevrolet somehow
appears larger than it really is. It's high, the doors are big and heavy, and all of the
styling components are large. The hood is big and so are the fenders if you count the part
that is attached to the door. Still, if you park one next to a Chevy from the mid-'50s,
the '48 looks like a compact. Quite an illusion.
This is one of those "armchair" cars that remind one of
sitting in grandma's salon. I grabbed onto that bigger-than-life, white steering wheel,
tugged the shifter into neutral and pressed my toe down on the floor mounted starter
pedal. The little stovebolt hardly cranked, and ticked right over - just like my old
fastback (damn, I wish I hadn't sold that car !).
The fully instrumented dash sprung to life, the little needles jumping to their
As I again found myself tugging at the shifter, I remembered that it
was vacuum actuated. I'm not sure what the reasoning was for a gearchange that could be
easily shifted with one finger - very slowly.
If one tries to shift faster, even using a complete hand, the assist slows the process
down as well as eliminating the gate feel. Shifting feels much like stirring well beaten
whipped cream. Someone must have thought this was a good idea but it is absolutely lost on
On the road, the car feels
big and durable. Gerry's Fleetline sits high, rides soft and smooth and leans like a
speedboat in the curves. You sit behind that really big wheel, shifting that easy but slow
shifter while listening to the lethargic six moan through its low-end-torque-intensive
power range. What it doesn't have in outright performance is made up for by a feeling of a
quiet strongness - sort of the Gary Cooper of cars.
This was obviously the last incarnation of a pre-war car. It was
handsome, well fitted, and had benefited from the engineering and material advancements
made since 1941. These cars were solid and hard to break. Gerry's maroon beauty is a
testimony to a time in America when things were built a bit better and life was a lot
slower. A time before the interstates when a car trip was to be a comfortable adventure,
rather than a high speed bore. A time many of us, down deep, would like to go back to - or
at least visit for awhile. By Rick Feibusch © AutoWire.Net - San Francisco
Byline: By Rick Feibusch © AutoWire.Net - San Francisco
Column Name: The Classic Drive
Topic: 1948 Chevrolet Fleetmaster Convertible
Word Count: 998
Photo Caption: 1948 Chevrolet Fleetmaster Convertible
Photo Credits: Rick Feibusch
Series #: 1999 - 55