Since I was a little kid, I've always wanted a hot rod. Instead of sports growing up I was always in the garage with my dad learning how to hold the flashlight so he could work on one of the many cars my parents had growing up, from 70s ford pickups to the 31 model A Tudor we drug out of a ravine and built. My first memories are riding around in his 54 ford F100 with a 223 and a 3 speed he drove daily from Arnold CA to the bay area for about 15 years. My uncles always had old cars from Roosevelts to custom 40 mercs to model A flatbeds and everything in between, and I'm fairly confident I learned to read from Street Rodder magazine and nothing else really mattered to me. I grew up eventually, and moved all around the state and the country for work, and finally settled in Bakersfield for a while where I bought a 53 customline so I'd finally have an old car to drive while I built my own car, but for all intents and purposes it was MY first hot rod. Running, driving, and even though I didnt build it I finally got to have my first hot rod driving experience. Shortly after that, I had to get rid of it (over a woman) so down the road it went. Long story long, I finally tracked that old customline down and I get to go pick it up this next saturday. It might not be as rad as all these full builds I see on here, and I hope I can contribute a full build of my own one of these days, but my Customline is comin home.
Never send a car down the road for a woman, you always end up losing both. Awesome you got it back. What are the plans now? Sent from my iPhone using H.A.M.B.
Thanks guys, I hit the young and dumb phase kinda late. But that girl wanted a harley so I traded the car for a harley, she tipped the bike over in the driveway the first time while I was at the gas station filling up a gas can for the bike and told me my bike was laying in the driveway. I couldn't stand the site of the bike for a while (98 sportster 1200 in a hardtail frame) so I traded it for an old survivor chopper 72 ironhead chopped by Fats Noriega and before too long she left me. And I just got the ironhead back not too long ago. Pics attached.
Plans are to get it back, go over it one time and drive the wheels off it. It's got a tall lokar shifter I want to change out to a shorter one, maybe go with a t bird interior and possibly change the color to suede blue with a white top. Whoever built the car before put a 302/aod in it, 8" rear and it runs REAL good. But I can see through the trunk they just put filler over the trim holes and such. So I'll drive it until the bodywork goes south and figure it out from there.
Ferdyeight, when I went to check out your profile page you were at 48 posts. Karma with finding your old car?
Congrats - the stock suspension should be upgraded, including disc brakes - A/C would be good for your area too
I installed disc brakes on it the last time I had it and I believe the aerostar front coils I was going to install are still with the car. Ac is something I do need to look into, but not in the budget at the moment..
Lol, yeah I frequently browse around here and try to soak up as much info as I can. And I think it just might be good karma (carma?) That the car is comin back to me!
Man, you got it made, old car back, old Sporty back, gal gone! You get to start over with all your toys! Excellent! Wish you good luck, this time! Bones
Women come and go, my drag car has been with me for 33 years and two devorces the Fairlane for 20 years and one devorce. The last wife thought she owned half of each car, judge said she didn't.
Lol luckily I keep all my vehicles in my name, and never joined finances with any woman. Last girl cleaned out the house and left me high and dry, but she couldn't touch the garage or its contents, and she left the dog. So in the end I came out ahead! Hopefully I can look back in 30 years and have the bikes and the car still!
Couple things I’ve learned the hard way; never get involved with a chick unless she has the same or more ***ets than you have and never sacrifice a car, boat or bike you care about for their sake. Nice car, glad you got it back. Sent from my iPad using The H.A.M.B. mobile app
Congrats on getting your old ride back. It's a great looking car. We all have that one that got away. I know I'd open the vault for my high school 57 back even though that car is *** compared to what I have now. it's a sentimental value.
Good for you getting your car back. Nothing like it. I did the same thing a few years ago. I also lost a good 59 Vette because of a woman but never got it back. Ending up getting rid of car and woman.....sometimes there just is no winning.
I'll have to follow that advice! Nowadays It would seem I found myself a good woman who has her own ***ets and shes even excited to go on the 16 hour roadtrip to get the car back!
Great story; glad you got it back. I can think of a bunch of cars that I once had that I'd want back, but not one single woman,
This old Ebay listing for a helmet seems appropriate: https://www.autoblog.com/2004/10/13/absolutely-hilarious-ebay-ad-for-motorcycle-helmet/ This Helmet is like brand new. I bought it for my wife, but it's to small for her big fat head.You know, it was all a big lie right from the beginning. I asked her if she liked bikes, (i've been riding since i was 9 years old.) She's like "Yeah, I love Motorcycles, they're great!" Now, i'm thinking to myself, this chicks cool, she's hot, has big ****s, and loves motorcycles. I gotta snag this one up quick.Little did i know that as soon as i gave her the engagement ring, all that would change. First, it was a subtle hint, you know, that the wedding's going to be expensive, and that that band costs just as much as my motorcycle. With all these wedding plans going on, i hardly have time to ride my bike. I'm schleping all over the state looking at reception halls, listening to cheesy wedding bands, and picking out floral arrangements. She brings up the fact that i haven't ridden my bike in a while now, (No kidding!! She won't let me out of her sight for more than 5 minutes!) and that maybe i should sell it. Now, that brings a whole lot of tension into the situation. I'm like no way! Then i notice that our *** life has reduced dramatically. A man has gotta do, what he's gotta do, so, i sell the bike, thinking that things will get better. She promises me, that as soon as we get married, she'll get a good job, and then i can get another bike. We get married, and we're having *** everyday. Life is good. The Evil One is looking for work for like, 6 months. I find it hard to believe that she can't find a damn job, but who am i to say? She's just holding out for that Management position she says. To be quite honest, i really don't care, she's cleaning my pipes better than Roto Rooter. Then the kicker. She tells me she's pregnant. All the while i thought she was on the pill! I ask her how this happened, and she said the pill gave her facial hair. (I really couldn't see a difference, after all she is Italian). Fast forward 9 months, i'm out breaking my back doing manual labor, she's a big, fat, hairy lipped beach ball, with the disposition of a rabid Pit Bull. Nothing i say, or do is good enough for her. The day she gave birth, i thought again, that things will change for the better. WRONG!! Now everything's about the baby. Me, i'm second fiddle. *** life? Ha! The only time i get some action is when i see her breast feeding the little *******! I'm going crazy, at least if i had a motorcycle, i could take out some of my frustration. Even the guys at work notice how miserable I've been. One day, my partner rolls up on a brand new bike. I wanted to commit suicide. He knows how bad i wanted another bike. He see's the look in my eye, and asks me if i would like to take it out for a spin Friday night. It was truly the first time i lit up since marrying that *****. Friday rolls around, i cash my check, and head on over to my partners house. I cruise around for a while, and end up at this little bar on the edge of town. I head up to the bar, place my helmet on it, and order a beer. I look over and see this little hottie chatting it up with her friends. I notice that the eye contact is getting more and more frequent. After a few more minutes, she walks over to me and tells me she just loves motorcycles. That they get her "excited". I ask her if she wants to go for a ride. Her beautifully full lips widen with a pearly white smile. I take that as a yes. I grab her by the hand, and lead her to the bike. She straps on the spare helmet that was on the bike, and away we go. We ride for hours. She taps me on the shoulder, and tells me her apartment is on the next block. Would i want to stop in for a while and have another beer. Who am i to say no? I watch her lead the way, and i can't keep my eyes off of her tight lil' behind. I think back to the days when old hippo *** looked like this. Well, once upstairs, one beer turned into two, and so on. The next thing i know, i'm in bed with her, and she was amazing! It was the best experience i have ever had. Right then i had an epiphany. I had to be happy. I wasn't going to live a miserable existence for the rest of my life and something had to be done. Long story short, i left my hairy beast of a wife. (She's done good since i left. She remarried an Appliance salesman named Harold.) While i was moving out, i came across the helmet. I don't ever want to be reminded of my miserable past life, so please, make a bid. I have a motorcycle payment to make! The helmet has no scratches, size MED and i would rate it a 9 out of 10 Winning bidder to Pay with PAYPAL ONLY. Winning Bidder to pay all Shipping costs. I ship UPS ONLY. No Zero or Negative Feedback Bidders.
That’s almost how I got my current Harley . My Buddy bought it new , $2865.39 ! He found another Buddy , his best man in bed with his wife . He tells me she was screw-in him purple , when ever the hell that is ! They get divorced , the bike sits for years . He takes it to a Harley certified mechanic , the dude installed new intake o rings allowing one to drop . The bike was running on the rear jug . I offered to fix it . He says fix it Hell , buy it from me and I’ll buy a new one . So the rest is history . I was riding with the Buddy , we to a pawn shop to scout out tools , he tries to buy the biggest damn .44 Mag I have ever seen to finish the best mans day . I had a hell of a time , to talk him out of it . But all turned out well . I laughed and told him “ look you learned two lessons here , your best man is the worst MFin person on this earth “ , you never get into that situation with a Buddy’s wife . True Friendship stays ,it doesn’t come and go as your worthless X wife just did .
Well, my wife found my wagon for me on the internet, then her brother found the car in my avatar for me.... now I have two Galaxies! Got to thinking I really need to sell the wagon.... put it up for sale at a profit, looks like it’s going to sell. She sees I’m not really liking selling the wagon.... so she tells me to keep them both! But then she says the next car is a ‘55 Red Bird for her! Bones
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