So I'm sitting here eating aburger and looking through the HAMB. I see a shoebox..then i see a comet..then i see a falcon that reminds me of my comet..then i see a modified that reminded me of my premature attempt at one.. My problem was that I was just getting into customs and the like, and couldnt concentrate on one thing. I had a '49 Ford tudor that was rusted out..I really didnt see it going anywhere when i got it because i was barely 15 when i got it and didnt think i was capable of it..what a dumb*** move..Anyways, I'm 16 now and have finally realized how to get on one project without going 50 dfferent directions. Yayy! My 61 Biscayne daily is being shipper from washington on saturday morning!! Time to learn carb tuning... So am I the only one who's kicking himself for selling previous cars?
Cars, wives, business opportunities... Yeah, we've all been there, Fact is NOBODY'S life turns out just the way we envisioned early on. Its full of exhilaration and heartache. Thats what a life is after all. The journey is something I wouldnt trade for anything. Enjoy looking back and looking forward. May your failures be collossal. May your successes be stupendous. March on!
Yeah was almost there until my Dad talked me out of selling my Henry J of 12 years. I would have got a 50 ford with the money but lost a old friend doing it.
S****ped my first project, and these days (2 years later) it would have been a breeze...thankfully my pops talked me out of selling the '40 Plymouth drag car project...
It's O.K. to have misgivings at 16. It gets a little dicey when you're 60, like me. It's nice to see that you have the maturity even to think about such a thing at your age. I didn't.
I got my first "real" car when I was 22; it was a '64 Riviera. Ended up ditching it because it started running funny one afternoon, and I had no idea where to even begin diagnosis. It sat in my driveway for about six months, where I'd pick at it every once in a while. Before long, the landlord said it was either the car or me that had to split. Today, it would be a total no-brainer to figure out what the problem was, but back then... Every time I see a '64, I have to wonder if it was the one I had. I still miss that car, and it's been almost 15 years.
Wrecked my first car, 1967 Dodge Polara out on the strip everone cruised on. Beat the panels out and drive it a while longer but was having trouble finding parts and it was having other problems so I junked it. There are parts everywhere now it would seem with the internet. Hindsight does ****, I loved that ****ing car.
Thats what happens between the cops trying to pull you over and the spike strips. My life worked out letter perfect to how I wanted it to. Yup being a listless bum no hoper is all I wanted, little scary how good at it I am!
I will continually kick myself in the *** for getting rid of my '57 Chevy wagon( that belonged to my mom), my '60 Bonneville(one of only two in southern Idaho), and my '69 power wagon (440 police intercepter with a 4 speed) I know where two out of three are, maybe someday I'll be able to get them back...maybe
Remember,it's not just a life,it's an adventure.Fate leads us in unexpected directions,and when all else fails,"lower your standards"!LOL
I bought a '51 Merc when I was 14 and sold it when I was about 19, after not doing much to it. The dude I sold it to painted it pepto-pink.
I have probably owned about 40 old cars over the last 36 years. I am still kicking myself for selling the 56 Chrysler 300B (19 years ago), the 57 Chrysler 300C (10 years ago), and the 66 Corvette 427 fastback (19 years ago). Mostly because they have increased in value so much that I could never justify buying them again. Everything else was easily forgotton (for the most part).
Yeah, had to sell my 50Ford tudor sedan for my dogs surgery. The dog is still alive, fourteen years old and it was it worth, because I still had the Elkamino. But now I bought a 50 fordor shoebox......
Looks like a list of us that regret selling cars. Mine are a 55 210 sedan, a 36 Chev pickup and lastly an Australian HT Monaro. None of them were driveable, but I'd still like to have them all. Hopefully I've learn't from it but you never know...
Hmm, my 32 3 window, yup it was steel. My 38 coupe, 28 RPU, 29 RPU, hell, even my old daily driver, a 590hp XD Falcon. I ****.
Yes we all miss the ones that slipped away for one reason or another. But sooner or later you have to let things go for reasons that you would never plan on. If not, you end up with a yard full of junk, saved for another day. Sure I wish I'd have kept my F1's, my 64 Fairlane, the 68 Mustang convertable, the Mavericks, the Chevelle and a lot of others. But I ran them long past the point that many others would have, and learned a lot in the process. Now I'm collecting other stuff, that will live to fight another day. Good Luck!
I can think of all kinds of things I wish I had never sold. In fact I wish I still had everything I have ever owned. Cars, trucks, parts at swap meets, tools............etc. You cant keep everything. Truth is sometimes you need money, or room, or whatever. I never fall in love with cars, because they dont love you back. Anything can be replaced. ROB
Hindsight....I wished I still had my 68 RS convertible,my 69 GTO and hadn,t turned down a ********* with 2 girls just because neither was my girlfriend.
Those cars were a dime a dozen when I was a kid....I bought the Camaro for $75.00 and got the GTO in trade for rewiring a 70 Lemans.I traded the GTO for a 66 Chevy II 283 4 speed car and sold the Camaro to a friend.The GTO ended up as a donor car for a rolled car.They used the complete roof section.That was back in the late 70,s.
It came back. Was at the Kumeu Cl***ic car and Hot Rod festival on the weekend and my old 36 was for sale. I had to buy it back and now, about 7 years after pushing it onto someone elses trailer I drove it off mine and into the shed. Now where are the 55 and the HT?
MMmmmmmm Ht, miss my old HG. There is something special about those early Monro's. My old Indy Orange HG parked out side the barracks at the Parachute School........... Doc.
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