My friends son standing behind my 34...we made him a little Creeps jacket and slicked his hair back......Little bastard got more chicks than we did.
mine... when we took the engine out... and when we put it back in three years later... and my youngest looking on... and the maiden voyage... Pete
My daughter with "Mom's Hand-me-Down"; an early '60's vintage Murray Lancer Wagon pedal car that belonged to my wife when she was a kid. Resurecting it was a family project.
When we got the pit set up in Bonneville last summer, I l;eft my keys in the A. I turned around from doing something and found my kids leaving in the roadster. It's a really kool "lost dad" feeling watching your kids drive off in your roadster without you...
Here is my son; Leo, getting ready to pop the baby moons off the family Chieftain to use on his pedal car. Note the plastic, mini-Craftsman straight blade. He kept hiding Dad's real ones, so he got his own set for Christmas. He's one and a half, and his first word was "car", really. Every morning, he points to the computer, yells "CAR!" until I show him the video of Jimmy White's hemi coupe for the thousandth time.
I have lots of pic.'s of my son w/ my rides...but I think he'd prefer if I posted one of him w/ his ride. We refer to the car as the 'Poontang T', as Harpoon striped it.
How about a pic of myself with my first build in 1958, the frame was a set of original duece rails along with a rare set of artillery wheels.
here's 1 of my daughter sittin on my new(then) late model. she was 6 then & a whole lot easier to deal with...mel
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