Hot Rods Where were you in '62?

Today yes - at the time I no longer fit.

 

wow!

 

Second on the ''Patch''
In the SE Pa & NJ area, kids were noted to yell "PATCH OUT''
My '53 Ford broke an axle in '64 going to school.
My '53 Dodge, at the same time, would churn that RR tire as long as you wished.

 

For a second, I thought I was reading my own post. I was 2 years old in 62 as well. Also fifth out six kids.

Growing up my three brothers and I shared a room with two sets of bunk beds. I slept in the top of one of them and yes, lots of bunk bed antics. My dad was a WW2 navy vet, that might of influenced his idea for the sleeping arrangements.

 

I wasn't born, my dad wasn't born, and my grandparents weren't even out of high school yet.

(72/75 for my parents, 48/50,49/51 for my grandparents)

 

You don’t know it yet but 40 - 50 years from now you’ll be telling similar stories.
When I was young I’d listen to stories from Grandpas, uncles, and dad loved it, and I really miss them all. Cherish everyday.
Dan

 

thats why I try to do so many things, last thing I want to remember when I'm old is "I went to work" for my entire adult life. sure work is there but its almost entirely a "side quest" as I'd best put it, not a main goal in life. I visit my family every time im able, i go on as many little adventures as i can fit into a year. theres so many older people I've talked to that just... wish they did more at my age.

 

Hey Dan,

Hopefully one of the stories he will be telling when he is an old fart is about how he showed up at Lloydfest III to hangout & party with a bunch of Unscrupulous Hoodlums for a weekend. Took home a cool trophy too!!!

God Bless
Bill
https://www.jalopyjournal.com/forum...ar-transport-hauling-open-or-enclosed.614419/

 

Exactly
Dan

 

Also correct nomenclature.

 

i think my gf is taking a nap in the back of the car in that pic lol

 

....I've always said that the work thing is way over-rated.

 

Freshman in College

 

at the very least theres a lot more shenanigans that goes on with a construction job.

 

In 1962, my parents were still virgins.

 

I was 17, a junior in high school cruising around my little town in western Nebraska in my 5w deuce

 

I was just finishing grade 8 in Primary School and in 63 off to High School, 1966 joined a Bank and worked
for 30Years and took early retirement at 47 y/o Then joined a Rental Car Company at our Airport as a Senior
Transport Exec International where I worked for 25 years, Covid shut us down 2020/21 so I retired.I get cheap
rental cars when I visit USA. My car interest started in High School

 

Anglia A105. I had an A100. A $25 car I drug home. My dad taught me how to pour babbit and make the bad journal round enough with laping compound and a br*** shell he machined for me. Real depression era keep it running stuff. I also learned how to rub out lacquer paint on that car. Surplus Standard Brands $2 a gallon black brushed on - 400/600/800 and hours of rubbing produced a great 30 foot paint job - hey I was 15.

 

Depending on the time of year, I was either graduating 8th grade from Eva D. Edwards Junior High or I was a freshman at Northview High School in Covina, Ca. I had a subscription to Hot Rod Magazine, was still building model cars and was counting the days till I could get my drivers license. Oh and living the good life in Southern California in the 1960's!

 

Freshman in High School in Shawnee, Kansas

 

Damn Vintage - that's crazy. 2 in '62. Check - 5th of 6 kids. Check - 3 brothers. Check - 2 sets of bunk beds. Check. - Top bunk. Check. That's pretty improbable. Cheers!

You followed through on your engineering degree. I started with that major but bailed.

 

Sixth grade...

 

Riding bikes with my buddies to the local Chevy store to check out the latest and greatest. Well, greatest is the word, because in the showroom was a new red on red '63 Sting Ray coupe. "Love at first sight" I believe is the phrase. They still look great.

 

Getting ready to rumble

 

I was a toddler in 1962...

 

19 Years Old
This was my Race Car. It was destroyed in a towing accident during the summer of 1962.


November 1962 Found this Willys coupe in a field in Maryland. Bought it for $25.00



Fast Forward 64 YEARS!! Here it is today...
At The Museum of American Speed in Lincoln, Nebraska

 

I was 4 years old on my knees driving my tonka trucks on the sidewalk.

 

Same

 

I was in 1st grade and my Grandfather bought me my own subscription to Hot Rod magazine for my birthday. Best gift ever! My Grandfather knew nothing about cars, except how to drive them, but he recognized my p***ion and was kind enough to nurture it.

 

In 62, I was riding in the back seat of my cousin Jimmy's 2 door 50 Merc. It was painted Copper with Smithies gl*** packs. We would be riding down the road and he would turn off the key and then turn it back on in gear and BANG. No Indian blankets, just Fort Dix or Camp Kilmer Army blankets on the seats. Also got into Model Cars. Auto World out of Pa. supplied we with parts to make Customs ( putty, open door kit, paint, etc. ).