Who influenced you to this lifestyle?

hey guys who was the person responsible for influencing you to this lifestyle?for me it was my pops who would take me along to check out cars ,trips to the junkyards,and of course going cruizin with him...what about u?

 

my uncle rod and my dad dad liked cars rod was the wrench and then this sh&% LIKE CRACK I WAS HOOKED, PLUS CHICKS dig em

 

Revell, Monogram, AMT. It just kinda got outa hand after that.

 

My grandfather, and uncles. Their enthusiasm and love of cars got me when I was a wee girl. They often told stories from the 30's when they lived on the ranch, shared a desoto and pooled their fuel allotments to make trips to Hollywood to buy zoot suits and race.

My Uncles used to have a 'club' of sorts in Vallejo that was nothing but Buicks .

I take Grandpa with me to shows and work on the cars at his house whenever I can.

 

Among many other things, i remember my dad taking me to Union Hill (Music City Raceway) dragstrip back in the late 70s, early 80s. They actually had some seating stands right behind the burnout area. You'd would get pelted with rubber and be completely engulfed with smoke. I loved it. Dad still makes fun of me sometimes because i once fell asleep one night while we sat there. Unfortunately, i'm sure the pc liability insurance police made'm take the seats out. I miss that. The scent of burnt rubber is an aphrodesiac, you know!

 

My father.
He ran shine from Okie to Kansas in a '40 Ford when he was 14. After he got out of the Army in '58, him and a army buddy drove a hopped up 4 banger '30 A coupe from LA, CA to Kansas in 36 hours.

He planted the seed when he brought home my first ride. A '68 C-10 that we rebuilt using the driveline from a smashed up late model camero. He taught me well. I miss him big time.

 

to be honest, I dont know. I sort-of fell into the hobby.

I think for me the coolest thing is to create something from nothing and to see the finished product is the best.

 

My dad....This is me in 1978( I was 8 years old ) sittin on The hood of his 68 GMC/Chev. I remember him workin for hours Choppin it..he's done heaps.He's been an Automotive Painter/Bodyman for over 40 years so I'd say..My Dad..






This is just one of the many I watched him do..
Thanks Dad!

 

Had to be my dad
This is me about 10 years old in one of his many cars.
About 1970 Accord Speedway NY.
Jdee

 

I did it to myself. After loosing a drag race when I was 17, I decided that there just HAD to be a way to make this thing faster. That plus my love for engines and old cars and MANY nights in the garage got me where I am today.

 

My dad (who is still my hero at 70). I grew up in the sixties so all my uncles had muscle cars, my dad worked for Cadillac as a wrench as a young man and then later sold Fords in the 60's. We always had new Ford convertibles.
He then ran a local garage and then open a body shop and started doing restorations. A few years back he slowed down a bit and was ready to close up shop for good. And then we started a project together about 6 months ago and it's like he found a new lease on life. We been having a ball building
my rod and plan several in the coming years. I will posting pics soon of what
we are doing and will be doing. As far as influences I NEED to mention our friend and custom painter Roger Elliot (one day we'll talk about his cars) and
my uncle James. James died 40 years ago at 22 years old. But as a kid he rode me in his hot rods and we flew on his 650 triump. Me and my sister would fight over who got to ride the bike. James would toss a coin and one of us would have to wait. I miss him. I know he's smiling down on me and my
dad as we build our dreams.
Rod

 

Berween my dad, who fixed up old VWs, model cars and car magazines............I guess it just came naturally.

 

my dad always was building cars when I was growing up

 

My Granddad.....he had a Model T tourer he used to tinker away with in the back of his shed....I was about 6 or so....he used to say things like... flathead...and quick change...I had no idea what he was on about ....but passed him tools ....he told me it would be mine one day.....he took me to "Autorama".... a rod show in the 70s here in NZ.....i was 10 ...all i can remember was the bright colors and heaps of chrome.....then came the amt-revell kits ...and that was that....the tourer did have a flathead in it ...and was sold when he passed away while I was overseas....

 

Old dude 'round the block named 'Bud'. He had a bright red hot rod '39 Chevy coupe. SBC w/tri-power, buckets, steelies, really low.....then he turned to thye darkside and painted it tuquoise and chenged to Boyd's wheels and a single 4 barrel. He's still cool, though.

 

My Dad hates old cars. It would have to be my Grandfather, who gave me his tool set.

...and of course, Gray Baskerville.

 

my father , helping him paint cars in the home garage...i miss them days

 

I got hooked myself. My father knew nothing about cars so I was self taught. Mainly out of necessity because if I broke something, there was no body to fix it. This is a great hobby.

 

Like many of you. My dad got me into pretty much everything Im into today.
He started takeing me to shows and swap meets at an early age and NHRA races. Ever sence I seen my first top fueler run down the track makeing my stomach all kinds of F%CKED up....I WAS HOOKED

 

I got into it because it's so cool in LA right now. Ratrods kick ass!

 

I got into it because only the guys with Kool rods got the girls!

 

my dad DEFINATELY got me into cars..as far back as i can remember he always had the garage full of them and parts,as well as what used to be a circle driveway! i always had interests in art and that flowed into an interest in music,which lead to seeing some of the cool rides some musicians have,and that going right back to my dad and cars and it really made us start bonding for the 1st time..i wasnt very close to my dad during my parents divorce and i think that things with wheels brought us together.i see aspects of my dad in myself i would never have noticed if he'd never showed me how to pick up a wrench,and to that,i'm grateful.
creepy

 

My grandfather owned a Chevrolet dealership, and both my older brother and first cousin were motorheads in the late '60s/early '70s.

 

Well me dad used to race back when I was little, here in MASS so I was probably born into at least part of it. When I was younger people like Richie Tringali (if you know him, you know why! ) were nice enough to let a scrappy young guy hand around the shop and learn from watching and I used to get more of a fix from the Malden/Revere crowd just listening to what they had to say .

 

Big Daddy...our very own Kmember....he started tattooing me and I started drooling over his old A(the Road-Rash Coupe)....it's all been down hill since then....

 

Lifestyale sounds both trendy and gay at the same time.

 

My Dad and my uncle Greg are responsible for the hotrod bug in me. Both of them were late teens, early twenties in the late '50 & '60s. My uncle Greg raced fuel diggers and funnycars, I got to tag along at the races and the shop. Also, as a kid I loved models and old car magazines! Then when I watched American Graffiti I was hooked solid! My brother and I have been building and racing cars ever since. My brother is more into the muscle car thing - but I took him to the round up this year and I can tell he is digging it.
I'm stone cold hooked!! No hope for me!

 

Bud "the Kat" Anderson.
Actually, AMT did, since I started building "custom" versions of their models starting with a metallic purple '59 Bonneville, and Rod & Custom Magazine starting with the November '61 issue which I saw in the store and bought becasue I just had to build a model of the Matador, not knowing at that time that "The Kat" would own it later.
Dad was a mechanic, and taught me how to "understand" how to diagnose and fix all things mechanical but other than making a living off cara, he didn't really seem to be into them, not like I was anyway, .
He did show me how to work a lead paddle when I was 13.

 

My dad worked on his own carsand I helped. As a kid i wasn't it to sports but I could take anything apart.

 

In order to get to town I had to ride with a lot of different people.....
family .. friends and strangers
drivin fast in old cars ....
fixen a beater to get it goin ....
draggin home junkers forparts....
sports suck... fuel rules. ...wheels get the deals
lifestyle is new word to this way of surviving...