History Did you or your kids grow up riding in the back seat of a hot rod?

That old heap is just gangsta.

 

No, Was at several North East Rod Runs.

 

Don't forget I built it in the 70's. When I had hair. Well some hair!

 

LOLI still got hair.

 

Not the back seat. My kids grew up in my 39 Ford truck. I've driven it daily for 17 years

 

Mark,was it in any magazines,it just looks so darn familiar. HRP

 

I think it was on one of my threads.

 

And that's my 55 in the background I was 15 here! Yep!!! I am the young one in the pic!!

 

Here is another one from about 1975. Dad was finishing assembly of his 30 Chevy sedan. I have grown some.

 

My daughter went to her first car show in the back seat of my '39 Chevy tudor at nine days old. I remember her meeting a LOT of the local car folks that day. I also remember her sleeping in a stroller as an unmuffled pro-street Nash with a blown big block and zoomie headers cruised by her five feet away. She didn't wake up a bit.

When she turned 15 her first car was an MG that was 23 years older than she was. I made her help me with brake and wiring rebuilds before she could drive it.

 

My oldest who is 48 this year went to the Nats and other places from age 5 to about 13. '47 Fleetline, '48 sedan delivery, '31 A Vicky and last the avatar convert. My younger two started out in the back of the sedan delivery and then moved up to the convert until they got cars of their own. The convert also hauled a lot of homecoming royalty around local football fields. They all drove one of the rods at one time or another but never got bitten.

Lots of good memories.

 

Too much information there Beaner...

 

I could tell some pretty funny stories about that old merc. LOL

 

No hot rods from the old man, but many times my kids got dropped off at school or baseball riding in one of my hot rods. Used to do a anti-street racing and drinking and driving program at my kids auto shop class with my 70 IHRA Hot Rod Big Block Chevelle. They let me do a burn out in the parking lot.
All of the neighbor kids got rides in my race cars they would stand by the mailbox when I would run it down the road. I would pick them up and take a ride. Their parents never called the cops on me so I guess they liked it.

 

I'm the first person in my family to enjoy working on cars. I hope to start a family tradition with my daughter.


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This has nothing to do with hot rods but everything to do with why I am like I am.

I happened onto this and it sparked some really good childhood memories for me.

 

The build was in Streetrodder mag. Not the finished car.

 

Back seat?

Our "rods" weren't that hot. We were lucky if there was a back seat. I remember riding in the back of one of Dad's sedans and sitting directly on an improvised gas tank. Was that safe, you ask? When the standard for safety was riding to school in the hatchback of Mom's Pinto, you can surmise that no one thought too much about it.

 

We came from a different time in a different world.

I never owned a bicycle helmet, I ran all over San Francisco from dawn to dusk. today the way that I raised my kids or the way that my parents raised me would land either of us in the slammer. Hell I remember one time just mentioning that my kid came home from the hospital in a '56 Effie in her mother's lap or me taking her on motorcycle rides when she couldn't sleep and some dipshit said that I should be incarcerated for child endangerment and that I should not be pushing my lifestyle on everyone else.

never the less that is the way that we came up and we are still here. Must not have killed us too much.

I used to have this song on a cassette that I would play for my dad when he mentioned how I should live my life:



Guess the acorn really doesn't roll too far.

 

My eight year old son was with me on the 95 Americruz. That was Seven days on the road in a 27 hiboy roadster that I will never forget. He also went with me on a part of the power tour and the nsra nats.

 

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Brenda still looks like she is 39 however you and I have not aged as gracefully.


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I took my first born on a 1946 Harley ride when he was 13 days old.
We were looking at Christmas lights one nite when the 9 yr old went to sleep behind me on my 1942 Harley and I switched him with the kid in the sidecar

 

I took my girlfriend and her girlfriend out to eat in my 39 Ford pickup. The cab was full and the boys sat in the back. On the way home it was raining so 5 in the cab.

 

My oldest was conceived in the 1947 Mercury I bought in 1967. I still have it

 

I used to sling mine over my shoulder like a papoose. Front slung like I learned on the reservation. '48 WR was the bike when she was born. When she was a toddler I rode her on the tank of my old pan just like my dad did with me on the Henderson.

If it was too cold out for her (winter in the Ozarks could be a little nipply) I used to set her between my legs in the Effie. The vibrations from the 352 ( or the drive shaft I never bothers to figure it out ) would put her right to sleep. I worked second shift so she got lots of midnight rides.

She got a ticket when my oldest granddaughter was a toddler. She got pulled over because the kid was standing on the seat in her car looking out. She told the cop, its the way I was raised and I'm still here. I guess he was not an understanding man.

 

No seatbelts, no airbags, no stupid backup/side/front sensors. No automatic braking, no lights telling you to check everything! But best of all was No Cell Phones, Texting etc. We actually looked where we were going! Yes we survived. Self driving cars?

 

Folks drove a '39 Plymouth business coupe and my sister and I sat on the floor in the little space behind the seat, in front of the trunk area. Of course there was no A/C so we percolated pretty well!!

One day there was an engine fire and I remember mom trying to scrape up some dirt from the hard, central California, 110F summer roadside to throw on the fire.

 

Thank goodness self driving cars arent actually going to happen

 

Self driving cars is scary. What if they are not adjusted to look for my bike or the unshielded ignition in my hotrod screws the computer up?

The cellphones make things a lot more dangerous than when we were coming up. I remember when the only thing I really had to worry about was the old guy with his trophy girlfriend's head in his lap.