Here I am trying my hardest to bring my 12 year old nephew over to the dark side. Field driving in my '65 Wildcat. We got too close to a bale and knocked the mirror off.
Thats cool but I learned to field drive WITH a loaded shotgun!~ "Your uncle and I are going to walk this slough, you drive to the end and block for Pheasants" I was 12.
Fun! Knocked the mrror off.................well now that the Buick has been totaled, you guys should pull the drivetrain for his Hot Rod project. Gotta start now so it'll be ready for him to drive to High School.
.............Years from now.....you and your nephew...will be laughing and drinking a beer over this picture ( or maybe sooner,like next week)
when i was about that age my old man had his buddy give me a ride in a blown moris miinor pickup. we went side ways down the street in a cloud of smoke!!! i've been hooked since. we can only hope your nephew is hooked for life!
---------------- Totaled?? No way! Knocking that mirror off was just the first step in de-chroming it to start turning that Buick into a full-tilt custom!! Mart3406 ============================
Funny you should post this , you know how you remember certian still pictures in you mind? , I canremeber a scene in my mind , my father owned a hot red '66 impala in the early to mid-70's , it was a 2 door hardtop , 327-auto on the column , sharp as hell....I can remember standing in the seat beside him while driving down the road (try that now and see how far you go untill the cops show up...lol) and thinking , man, that speedo is long as hell !!!!!, he told me a story I guess I'll never forget , he saw the car on a local lot , and lusted after it forever , untill one day , he went by on the way to work , and it was gone , and when he got home that evening , it was across the road at the neighbor's house !!!! , he went all to **** , he has always been a horse trader , but at the time he didnt have alot of cashflow , so , he did a little trading , at the time , it was a decent trade I guess , because he got what he wanted , but , looking back , man , did he get screwed !! , he told me , that he traded a '56 panel truck , ran great , needed paint , a '66 volkswagon , ran great , a '65 catalina , perfect , new paint , a '63 belair wagon , great shape , and a '67 Camaro convertible , 6 banger and a 3 speed , needed a clutch.... and the guy still kept the Cragars off of it , and gave my Dad the factory wheels and tire , with a set of SS spinner caps..man , talk about getting hammered !!!!
My older son (he is 22 now) learned to drive in the fields around our house. To much fun, he almost put the car in the lake coming down the hill. Cool. Slim
its not corruption! it is p***ing on real values of real people, never let the overpaid winey school teachers and enviormental zealots ever tell you what to do or think, they are the ones that are wrong and its there #$%%^&&&* that has screwed up the usa
Right on! Not only did he get to drive with his Unk, but he now has an opportunity to go out in the garage and wrench with him to get that mirror put back on! Any time spent getting today's kids out of the house is time well spent. I learned to drive in the woods when my Grandpa and Uncles would move equipment to new landings on the weekend... you don't have to pay an eight year old kid to drive a shop truck! I remember that truck well, it was one of those early "swamp dog" Dodge one tons... freakin' monster!
awesome... I think we all can relate to this. I can't wait for my nephew to grow up so I can take him to shows and shops.
Just last spring I started teaching my daughter to drive...the smile on his face matches the one on my kids when she drove for the first time. Priceless!! Too many kids nowdays don't seem to care much about driving they just want to be shuttled around from place to place.
I was teaching my son (41 yrs old now) to drive in my '72 F250 on the back roads of Lompoc, California a**** all the vegetable and flower fields and I remember seeing that exact look on his face as we splashed thru the puddles and scaring the heck out of the old dude driving towards us in his old farm truck....that was fun! Thanks for your post it brought back some cool memories.
George, I'm sure your nephew will remember that drive forever. I certainly remember my first drive. My Dad worked at a radar site located on an old WWII Japanese airstrip on Guam. After Thanksgiving dinner the parents & 7 kids piled into the '62 Plymouth wagon. Dad decided one of the unused runways would be a good place for me to practice. After getting behind the wheel I was stoked, but I could hear my brothers & sisters saying to each other, "Nice knowing ya". No mishaps, and I grin every time I remember it, that was 1970.
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