Folks Of Interest OK the my dumb question of the week thread.

For the chicks, man. It's all about pullin' tha tang.

 

No one in my family was ever interested in cars other than a means of getting from here to there.

My interest was sparked with model cars and when I was a kid most of the models were hot rods and I saw a Big T Model car kit advertised in a comic book and I added that to my Christmas list and Santa brought it to me,I guess this really got me interested and then there were the Henry Gregor Felsen books that captured my imagination.

And then the day the earth stood still when at age 12 I bought a 1932 Ford 5 window coupe from a neighbor,it was short lived but that incident had be hook,line & sinker.

My first real hot rod was a '54 Ford with a 390 cubic inch engine and 3 on the tree. HRP

 

Ya,before old enough to get my drivers card,I build rod an custom modal cars an went to shows,even on my pedalbike. But mid 1950s ,Dad told me,"Your Sis is getting a car from me!But your a man,an need to get your own!!!" So I build my self a hotrod roadster by 59{ no top},then a custom{with a top}by 60. Dad was thinking more like I'd buy just a normal car.

 

My buddies and I all had cars that we modified when I was a teenager and all got licenses. I then caught the bug however they grew out of it and I kept going due to my trade background. In my early 20's I sold my car to buy my first house along with a career change after I decided that I couldn't live in a car. Once I had some more cash flow and kids I got right back into where I'd left off and never looked back. Everyone else by now also had a house and were pursuing other interests apart from me.
It definitely wasn't heredity although dad and I went to car shows and drags, he wasn't the car guy I was as he did it for me.
My son now loves older cars but pursued other opportunities after college so I'll build him a car in a few years when I retire and have some cash flow. I'm more than happy to show him the ropes and get his creative juices going so he'll get the bug

 

And dont forget the music, the Beachboys, Jan and Dean, Ronnie and the Daytonas, etc.
Lil Deuce Coupe, 409, Shut Down......all got the heart thumping faster and the imagination going strong.

 

If it wasn't for Hotrods and Harleys I could be twiddling my thumbs in Hawaii and bored to death.

 

Twiddling OMG I got to get more Bengay and lay down.

 

Revelle, monogram, amt,lindbergh, johan, dad,uncles, grandpas backyard full of the families dead 50's cars. It was pre ordained. Oh, the inability to do a burnout with a powerglide too.

 

I was bored with new cars. I was bored with musclecars. I wanted to drive like 1960 in a car nearly 100 years old.

 

I grew up around it. Cars were always there
However, when I was 12, I started to follow around my brother down a really wrong path, one night my brother stole a bike from a random yard, I looked at him, said that was a shitty thing to do. I went home (completely stoned out of my mind), went into the garage to work with my father and his friends on the 34 Plymouth they were building. I stopped hanging out with my brother, I started doing my school work, and became a fixture in the garage and I honed everything I was taught. At 17 my 42 ford found me and that is why I choose to build my first car. It's really the most pivotal time in my life, old tin saved me from a life of drugs and alcoholism. But, cars are more expensive!

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DNA

 

My mom used to tell this story:
In 1960-61 when I was five or six years old, she and I were on a trans-Atlantic flight coming back from Europe because there had been some family emergency that I can't recall now.

While no one was looking, I'd stood on my seat and completely disassembled the overhead reading light above my seat to the point that the naked bulb was hanging by a couple of wires.

My mother saw this and called the stewardess who was horrified when she saw the dangling lamp.

The engineer was summoned from the flight deck and spent twenty minutes trying to re-assemble the light while I stood in the aisle with my mom, the disapproving stewardess and the co-pilot who was observing.

They couldn't get the light back into the overhead but decided it was probably safe, as long as nobody messed with it and left us belted into to our seats.

The way my mother told the story was that she dozed off for about ten minutes and when she awoke, I had reassembled the light back into the overhead and was standing on my seat again, turning the light on and off.

What does this have to do with cars? Not a damn thing. But it establishes at early age I was able to take shit apart and put it back together again.

 

...........................Great story!

 

Nope just a stupid question.

 

Came from a small town. It was a big event when a fast car came to town. Always liked speed. Was told that I would grow out of it. 72 yesterday and it hasn't happened yet.
Pete

 

I am the only one out of seven kids to have the bug, Dad liked sailboats, which I learned well. But, cars were my thing. It all gelled in the 70's with my first Hot Rod magazine.

 

Grew up in a racing family, so love of cars came naturally to me. Like burntoutoldmechanic, my Mom used to tell stories how they didn't let me have wrench's or watch me more carefully as I would take things apart and not always put back together, took her oven door off one day, in the garage my Dad would give me wrench to get me out of his way probably and I loosened up the head nuts on his V8-60 Midget and the head gasket failed immediately, lucky we were racing at State Fair Park only 6 blocks from our home, they ran back, got one, fixed it and raced that evening. I always loved cars from as far back as I can remember , it's never changed for me and the car hobby has been my deal and will be until my time runs out. Guess it's not in your DNA as I have 5 children and none of them as adults are involved in the car hobby or race fans, it surprises me, but,very proud of them, they all seem to be happy, successful people w/ different hobbies.

 

I had this fire engine peddle car that I took apart all over the driveway. When my dad came home he said, "Wolf!!!!!What in the hell are you doin' there." I told him I was givin' it a tune up. He just walked in the house and came back with a kitchen chair and a bottle of rum (just in case it got cold). We ate dinner late but I put it back together and took it for a test drive.

 

It’s a hereditary disease in my family. I got it from my dad and passed it onto one of my sons.

 

I'm like Fred, the kooz had a lot to do with it

 

LOL the only gurl that was ever impressed with my cars or bikes is the one I am married to. Hell it was even hard for me to get a "date" with the pass around chicks when I was younger.

 

I remember my dad telling the story of a chase lounge on the front porch that he was taking apart to repair and paint but was struggling to remove the last nut & bolt and left all the tools beside the lounge and went to work,the next day he went out to attempt to finish disassemble the lounge chair and noticed it was completely apart.

He ask mom who finished the job and she said no one had been on the porch except Danny and he ask me did I do it,the story goes I told him I did and he was amazed.

I was 6 at the time,and I have been taking stuff apart ever since,it doesn't always go back together! HRP

 

I've had most of the old Chevy from 39 to 54 through the years, having kept them mostly original looking low-riders with twice pipes, wheels & all the cool accessories. But at age 57 / 58, I don't remember exactly? I started my first hot rod project. Now at age 62 I'm still working on it, LOL. My aviator photo is a Photoshop of what it will look like when it's done. I'm getting closer every year.
Being a Chevy guy, years back I learned that Chevy's first COE truck was in 1939, so I had to have one. I purchased mine online sight unseen & had it shipped home. I expected to build it mostly back to original with a Chevy 6 & all. Just lowered with loud pipes & cool accessories. But those dreams went out the window once I got my 1939 COE project home.
My left leg is a prosthetic leg & this dang truck is taller than I thought. the running board was 2 ft off the ground, than there is a step half way up the fender than you get to the cab floor. It must be close to 4 ft from the ground to the cab floor. I knew this would be to much for me to enjoy, so I decided to go for it & build my first real hot rod.

 

I was originally interested in the custom end of Hot Rodding .The fast part came later ,A 50's car ,ford or merc ,chevy or olds ,any of them lowered and smooth takes my breath away.