Those old fridges were fucking bitchin. I inherited one from my great uncle when I was in my late teens and living in the parents basement. It was a frigidaire from the 50's, I believe. Moving the thing into the basement was like moving a goddamn car. Damn near killed my best friend at the time by almost crushing his head between the fridge and a low hanging shelf while moving it down some steps. All that near death paid off handsomely though, as the thing was still kicking strong after 40 some odd years of keeping my great uncles beer cold. The whole, "they don't make em' like they used to line" was in full effect here.