Smokey Rain

I spent my childhood working on cars with my Dad when he had time on the weekends. He had a boxed '32 Ford chassis with an Olds 303 and a Ford grille hanging on the garage wall. Never quite had the time to finish it, too busy just trying to survive.
Going to the junkyard was a magical journey for me at age 7. I'd stop a junkyard worker and say, "Is that a Mercury Turnpike Cruiser against the far wall there?" They would respond yeah and I'd ask if the engine was still in it and they say most likely while trying to get back to work. With my mind racing I would run to my Dad and tell him if the engine was still in it it was likely a 430. My Dad would acknowledge. It was like stumbling upon a goldmine and being able to convince no one of the treasures that lie beneath..