Cool old car (or other) stories.....

My hatch back faze...

I had at least two Chevette's.

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And two Fiesta's. Picked up this rust free jem (Living in Michigan at the time) during a visit to North Carolina. Added wheels and a rear sway bar from an "S" model.

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Early GLH. Wanted the turbo one.

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Graduated college. Got a job in LA. Bought a broken Celica. Put a motor in it. The company moved to Iowa. Got married, bought a house, started the family.

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So my dad has a 67 chevelle he had completely restored when I was a kid. When I was a teenager he let me and my brother drive it a lot this car is a blast to drive it has a built 454 and a 4 speed. I would start in second here and do block long burnouts. Anyways one summer day I decided to take it out and was out cruising around my small town. I drove past this girl that was in my class and 17 year old me figured I would give her a good ride. So pull out on the highway sideways and go through all the gears. So I did not ask my Dad for permission to drive his car and was not aware he was working on the carb. So when I start to slow down the car back fires and catches on fire. I pop the hood and use a bottle of water dump on it that does nothing so I take my shirt off to put the fire out. So I’m sitting on the side of the road broke down shirtless with this girl. Ya plan literally blew up in my face. I was able to restart the car and drive it home. When i saw my Dad I told him that I caught his car on fire. He asked me if it had burnt to the ground and I said no and he said that’s good. I couldn’t believe how cool he was about it. It ended melting the oil pressure line so it leaked oil on to the clutch. So replacing clutch, oil line, and repainting hood was all that needed to be done.
I had this same car, however with an automatic. A very sought after 2 speed PowerGlide. Coveted by the dragster crowd.

I was a pretty responsible kid. Had saved up my grass cutting etc $ and bought it at 15 years old. It was my first car. Prior to that I drive a 39 Chevy my dad and I rebuilt together.

But this car was mine alone. My dad hated it! It was stupidly fast for a kid. I LOVED it. This car is responsible for my first clandestine job. I had had it a year. Drove it everyday I was alive and had burned miles of rubber by then. My history teacher asked me to stay after class one day. I racked my brain wondering what I had done wrong in class.

He asked me if it was fast. I beamed at saying "Yes sir it sure is!".

Would you like to go to work for me?

Now I'm really perplexed.

Long story shortened. He turned out to be a pretty popular moonshiner. He had a route he needed deliveries done on. Pay was $400/weekend.

In that day, for my age, that was crazy good $$. You couldn't make that in a week working part time as a kid.

I not only took the job, I ended up having to get a part time job as well to "cover" how to explain to my dad, who was ex LEO, why I could plow $$ into my hot rod Chevelle. I was getting $400 a weekend in cash. Even my dad knew that didn't make sense.

I had $$ and a car at 16. So the girls loved me!

Good times!
 
I had this same car, however with an automatic. A very sought after 2 speed PowerGlide. Coveted by the dragster crowd.

I was a pretty responsible kid. Had saved up my grass cutting etc $ and bought it at 15 years old. It was my first car. Prior to that I drive a 39 Chevy my dad and I rebuilt together.

But this car was mine alone. My dad hated it! It was stupidly fast for a kid. I LOVED it. This car is responsible for my first clandestine job. I had had it a year. Drove it everyday I was alive and had burned miles of rubber by then. My history teacher asked me to stay after class one day. I racked my brain wondering what I had done wrong in class.

He asked me if it was fast. I beamed at saying "Yes sir it sure is!".

Would you like to go to work for me?

Now I'm really perplexed.

Long story shortened. He turned out to be a pretty popular moonshiner. He had a route he needed deliveries done on. Pay was $400/weekend.

In that day, for my age, that was crazy good $$. You couldn't make that in a week working part time as a kid.

I not only took the job, I ended up having to get a part time job as well to "cover" how to explain to my dad, who was ex LEO, why I could plow $$ into my hot rod Chevelle. I was getting $400 a weekend in cash. Even my dad knew that didn't make sense.

I had $$ and a car at 16. So the girls loved me!

Good times!

Awesome!
 
Had a Celica when I was in high school. Managed to sell it 10 years later for what was paid for it.

Super fun car. Swapped a 22R in for the broken 20R. Added a Weber carb. Cut some coils and installed Addco sways.

In Iowa a rust free '70's Celica was rare.

Was engaged to my wife who was finishing school in Michigan. Drove home every other weekend. 500 miles one way. Left after work on Friday, had Saturday. Drove home after lunch on Sunday. Ah romance...
 
Super fun car. Swapped a 22R in for the broken 20R. Added a Weber carb. Cut some coils and installed Addco sways.

In Iowa a rust free '70's Celica was rare.

Was engaged to my wife who was finishing school in Michigan. Drove home every other weekend. 500 miles one way. Left after work on Friday, had Saturday. Drove home after lunch on Sunday. Ah romance...
Ripped out the stereo and speakers and replaced with aftermarket. Removed the vinyl top and had it the entire car painted blue at Earl Scheib for $199 (normally $99, but prep work for where the top was removed was extra). Replaced the idler arms, shocks and tires. Drove it for a year and a half, took a round-trip from Texas to Arizona, then went off to college and couldn't have a car. Only drove it when I came home at Christmas and over the summer after that.
 
Ripped out the stereo and speakers and replaced with aftermarket. Removed the vinyl top and had it the entire car painted blue at Earl Scheib for $199 (normally $99, but prep work for where the top was removed was extra). Replaced the idler arms, shocks and tires. Drove it for a year and a half, took a round-trip from Texas to Arizona, then went off to college and couldn't have a car. Only drove it when I came home at Christmas and over the summer after that.

Awesome.
 
My hatch back faze...

I had at least two Chevette's.

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And two Fiesta's. Picked up this rust free jem (Living in Michigan at the time) during a visit to North Carolina. Added wheels and a rear sway bar from an "S" model.

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Early GLH. Wanted the turbo one.

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Graduated college. Got a job in LA. Bought a broken Celica. Put a motor in it. The company moved to Iowa. Got married, bought a house, started the family.

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I knew a guy that had a Chevette....

He used to tell people he had a 'vette....and then added......"a Chev vette" everyone would have a good laugh then....

He painted it lime green, including the rims...(and most of the tires with overspray...) and had flames on it with leopard seat covers..

It was a spectacle to behold......
 
There's a fellow around the corner from me that has 3 Suzuki Bergman 400cc and he loves them.....why 3? Don't know but he also has 3 Nissan Frontiers too.....
One year at Daytona Bike week, I came across 3 travellers on 2 Burgmans. One was being ridden 2-Up. They drove those things all the way from like Maine or New York or someplace way up north. They said they cruised at 70-80 the whole way. Bikes never skipped a beat.

Man that a lot of road for a little bike. Tells ya how tough they are!
 
One year at Daytona Bike week, I came across 3 travellers on 2 Burgmans. One was being ridden 2-Up. They drove those things all the way from like Maine or New York or someplace way up north. They said they cruised at 70-80 the whole way. Bikes never skipped a beat.

Man that a lot of road for a little bike. Tells ya how tough they are!

Sounds like that classic scene from Dumb and Dumber. :-)
 
Was out for a ride today...I wasn't a great day for it but not the worst either....

I went by a yard where I saw 4 Mustangs...one was a '69 Boss and the others were of that vintage but I couldn't see what model they were...the '69 was the only one closest to the road....

There's a big storage building on the route I normally ride which is apparently full of restored cars......so a guy I know tells me....he's been in there and said there are some very nice vehicles....

I did notice a lot of vintage gas pumps in there when I went by and saw a door open....

One just never knows what's out there in people's garages and such.....
 
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