About 17 years ago a mate offered to sell me his 32 5 window with a blown flathead. Its my dream car all henry steel. Well I had a 29 roadster, a 64 chevelle wagon and a 51 ford so the wife got cranky and I let it go. Worst decision in cars i've ever made. On anther note i tried to buy a 32 tudor from ebay and just at the very end of the bid right before i made the kill bid my wife uplugged the computer. She won again...
I understand the adding thing but then I realized I just can't keep up. In the last two years I sold my cherished 64 panhead, 41 Willys, and just recently my 31 chevy, by far the fastest car I ever owned with a 871 blown 355 sbc. Now I can concentrate on my 52 gmc which has been our summer dd and parts getter for 6 years.
Hello, In our neck of the So Cal “woods”, cool cars were abundant. There were many times that a different car/wagon/van/coupe caught my eye. But, knowing what the pocket book was telling me, I stayed with the cars that I had at the time. The full time daily driver, 40 Ford Sedan Delivery, Flathead powered, had the most miles put on it because it was a road warrior. Road trips to nearby surf spots with a short distance of 10 miles one way and longer trips of almost 150 miles round trip on a weekly basis was good for us. (me) My sedan delivery was one of the most fun cars to drive from our house to the beach. But, there were several station wagons that kept popping up at our surf spot locations that just triggered something. One was a friend with his nice, red 1955 Nomad wagon. That was the main trigger. Another station wagon was a Chevy 210 wagon that was just a mode of transportation that was not all fixed up. The more I saw those station wagons at the beach, the more I became interested in that style of transportation. There were many incidents that upended my choice of station wagons. We were parked in a close by neighborhood in South San Clemente for the next day surf at the Trestles location on the marine base. It took two late night, flashlight rousing spectacles by the local police/CHP patrols to think my sedan delivery was better for all concerned. They could not see inside of the sedan delivery, but the curtains in the station wagons were a give away. They were told to move to the state park or get towed away. My sedan delivery with a couple of silent surfers inside, just stood the banging barage and wayward flashlights. At the time, privacy was so much better in my sedan delivery that those open, gl*** window wagons took a back seat. They left us alone to sleep the night away. Jnaki By the time we were married and had another 40 Ford Sedan Delivery, the privacy issue over powered any thoughts of the open gl*** window station wagons. So we kept that 327 powered sedan delivery until we out grew it with a new addition to our lives. These days, privacy in driving is not an issue and open views while driving are the utmost importance. So with a big gl***, sports sedan and a small station wagon, we are happy with the open views offered, while on road trips and daily driving. Ever since being 20 somethings, our 1940 Ford Sedan Delivery 327/AC version was the forefront of our road trips and local cruising. My wife has liked those styled Fords. A year ago, she came home showing me some photos she took and said that it was too bad this convertible was not for sale. She would have purchased it on the spot. Over the many years together, a cool convertible was always a topic of discussions. (from open RPUs to 50s style, even to sporty cars) In the hot rod version, this grey convertible was “The One.” It was not fancy, had a catchy paint job or fancy wheels, it just hit her correctly at the moment. Needless to say, our pocketbooks are safe, for now. My wife’s constant liking for a convertible and my liking horsepower, we both turned to one final open roadster that would satisfy both of our needs. A 1965-66 Ford Cobra. That car(s) has always stayed on our minds, but if we were able to buy one back then, as 20 somethings, we probably would not be around these days. It was a fast, scary, open roadster, sporty car. My wife has always said… “if we had a 5 car garage, we would have that Ford Cobra.” It was and still is: “That One Car…”
In 2014 i lost my job and to save my house and marriage, I had to sell my 31 Model A coupe, two 32 Model B tudors and several motobikes (incl. a Kawa Z1300) and cl***ic mopeds. Man it did hurt. But hey, I found another job and bought enough sh.t to fill my shed. Hennie
When I was skipping cl*** in high school one day, my friends and I came upon a 66 Shelby GT350 Mustang at a gas station we hung out at. It had a for sale sight in the window. Talked with the owner and he was happy to show us all the neat stuff about the car. I asked how much? $7000 was his answer. It might as well been a million dollars to a 16 year old kid, but I think about that car often now that I could actually swing a deal like that.... r Sent from my iPhone using H.A.M.B.
Some guys just look at the gl*** as half empty, look for the worse and never expecting anything better. HRP
There used to be a guy in our local area who preyed on ripping off new rodders on repairs to their cars. Ripping off is probably an understatement, he out and out Fu*ked them. Then Karma kicked in and the guy is now pushing up dasies. What goes around comes around.
Been there, as you may have seen here on the HAMB I'm trying to get my '39 Chevy custom back, all I can do is hope and wait, the guy that ripped me off still has it but a close friend of mine may get it back for me without that A..hole knowing it's coming back to me..
I just had to that a 39 Plymouth business coupe once. I had to sell off my 54 Dodge pickup so I could buy that coupe. The coupe turned into a money pit, and was never a good driver. I was really happy when a guy offered me what I had in it, don't miss that one in the least. Sometimes I wish I had the 54 pickup back though. When my son was 14, he fell in love with a 57 Dodge Sweetline pickup (the Dodge version of the early Chevy Camino). The guy gave him a price and told him he would honor that price for 2 weeks. My son sold his beloved go kart, and a few other things he had and came up with the money the guy was holding the truck for. We went over several days before the deadline, my son had the cash. The guy decided he didn't want to sell the truck. My son was brokenhearted. About 2 weeks later the guy had an auction at his place, that truck was at the auction. My son and I attended the auction, he still had his cash. The truck didn't sell, didn't even get close to what my son would have paid in the original deal. The guy saw my son and ask him if he still wanted the truck. My son pretty much told the guy to stuff the truck where the sun don't shine. He told the guy he should have honored the deal he had made, but since he didn't my son didn't want that truck anymore. A few weeks later my son bought his 1st project car. Neither one of us have ever reached a point of just having to have something so bad we would do nearly anything to get the item since our experiences. Gene
Mid 70's I seriously wanted a 56 Chevy big window. That was even before I bought the 48. That was my have to have truck. The 48 came along, I bought it fixed it up to drive to the 73 Street rod nationals in Tulsa and drove it for most of a year and found a running 56 at a reasonable price. I sold the 48 and cash in hand and having talked my buddy into a hundred mile road trip if I bought gas and lunch off we went only to have the guy who had the truck say that he had just sold it because he thought I wasn't going to show up even though I had talked to him on the phone three hours earlier and was on time. Turned around and bought a 57 Panel with a seriously stout 327 that I drove for another year or so and then when I had a for sale sign on it ended up running across the guy who then had my 48 and he offered to trade straight up.
Just happened with my 63 merc convertible! Saw it wanted it, posted my Buick sold it in days and bought the merc !! Lost one a few years ago saw a 63 galaxies fast back that I could actually afford, had to sell my fleetline took a few weeks, it sold I called they guy back and I **** you not it sold just a few hours before I called !! Oh well, almost the same car but in convertible is what I ended up with a few years later so it’s a win in my books.
Maybe there is justice. I was never a crazy MOPAR guy, but I remember back to 1957 and seeing, the first and only for me, red and white Sweepline. It belonged to a person living on the next block, so at the time, I didn't think of the truck as being rare or special. I remember really liking the design. Bob
Hello, By the time I was 12, my brother already had his eyes set on a pale yellow 1951 Oldsmobile two door sedan. His friend already had his license and a cool 34 Ford 5 window coupe powered by an Oldsmobile motor, good enough for daily drives to school and win trophies at nearby Lion’s Dragstrip. I had not been able to go to Lion’s Dragstrip, but by the spring of 1956, we had already seen those streaks of light zipping by on the dragstrip from our view point high on an elevated railroad berm near our homes and school. So, when the yellow Oldsmobile came onto our driveway, it was a miracle. My brother convinced our dad to co-sign and at age 15, he had saved enough to have his first car. So, instantly, being the little brother, I was gently invited to partake in the older brother’s scheming ways to get some tedious work done on his car. Wash, wax, vacuum everything including the trunk. Clean the whitewalls, etc... Jnaki With the experience I was getting in maintaining the 1951 Oldsmobile, I could almost see it being my first car in a few years. After months of being the detail kid and now doing some mechanical stuff, I could see it as my own. My brother still had the sights of his friend’s 1934 Ford Coupe as the fastest hot rod around, so he was contemplating what to do next. The more he thought of a smaller lighter coupe for his hot rod build, the more I thought the Oldsmobile sedan was mine… By the summer of 1957, he had his sights set on a Model A Coupe we found in our neighbor’s backyard. So, the purchase was done and we got the Model A Coupe home with a long tow rope. Now, the idea of a finished Model A Coupe with an SBC motor and it being fast enough to compete with the Oldsmobile powered 1934 Ford 5 window coupe was becoming a reality. The reality was that if we finished the Model A Coupe, then, the Pale Yellow 51 Oldsmobile sedan would have nowhere else to go, except to me, the little kid brother. I was going on 14 and could already drive, so, to me, it was a natural. I would gladly take this hand me down. It all happened so fast in the late Summer and Fall of 1957. My brother had the 51 Oldsmobile painted a Lime Green, drove it around for a while, and then sold it to a friend. The Model A coupe was also sold to another different friend. Now, in the driveway was a brand new 1958 Black Impala sedan. @themoose quality photo But, patience pays off as a couple of years later, the fast, Black 58 Impala with a modified motor/C&O Stick Hydro transmission was now mine... as our lifestyle moved on in our adventures… But, the first one always sticks around in memory only. “The exodus is here, The happy ones are near, Lets get together, before we get much older, Teenage wasteland, Its only teenage wasteland…”
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