Now that you mention it, yeah. What was he doing tooling around town in 1945? That’s just another angle to the story waiting to be researched and written. If we had the means to find this guy, I bet he could write a good 1500 words about what happened that night. He was less than 1/2 mile from home, and his direction of travel at 1:30 a.m. was *away* from home. A rainy night.
Any pictures of the lower corner of his windshield? Wonder if he had an A, B, or C ration sticker for that car. Or maybe he had connections for an “X”? Can’d drive far on 3 gallons a week. On the other hand, the elites gave themselves unlimited gasoline with their “X” stickers.