I was working for the state highway department in Kansas City MO surveying Interstate Highways. I had my first of many 55 Chevys and had my on this cute chick that I have been married to for 49 years now. Good times. America was an industrial power house then. On the move with great plans for the future. Later, Dick
i was just a kid of 11...crusin with my cousin in his raqgged out 55 ragtop with the 348 we "borrowed" from a wrecked 58 impala my dad bought for parts ha ha ha .....but for sure loved going to front street in philly to watch em race... good days for sure
I was 7 in 62, I lived where I live now in west bend Wi went to school in slinger and spent every day possible on the lake with my motor boat and did a lot of fishing and water skiing. My dad had a 57 chevy wagon and mom had a 57 desoto 2 door with huge fins and engine. Gary Now official OLD guy
That ole chevy sure is sittin low for only one person in it . Runnin weed from L.A. ? B.B. trying to get out of school & drivin a '52 chevy
1962 I was 4-5 y.o. and getting stitches in my head. We were coming home from my grandparents house when some guy hit us head on. My dad saw it about to happen and shoved me to floor between the bucket seats. I slid forward and split my head open on the gas pedal. Six stitches and all these years later, I still have speed on my mind!
Yes, that would be one of GM/Pontiac's concept cars, the Firebird III. I believe it's Firebird I that is in the Henry Ford Museum next to the Chrysler Turbine car and the Ford Mustang concept car..
I'm taking a week off from work to go too the Woodward Cruise... Can I borrow it for a couple of weeks???...
I was learning to walk and presumably coming up with my first word or two. Real wrenches were still a few years in the future.
Funny...many of you NOT born yet..I was in 7th grade, drawing weirdo cartoons with a ball-point pen on those old blue cloth notebook covers for my freinds. Baddest guy in school had a five-window fenderless duece , channeled with a smallblock...that was it... hooked.
I graduated from high school in 1962. I went from Eugene to Medford with a bunch of high school buddies. Did some cruising and then went to the dragstrip. We talked one guy with us to drag his car. It was a nice 1955 Ford. To everyones surprise, he went rounds. He came back to his pit spot and said he was just about out of gas. I don't remember how we came up with it, but we did get his a can of gas. He won the semi final round and pulled over and puked on the return road. The pressure had gotten to him. So, here goes the finals for the class. He is paired against a Corvair Spider. The Corvair left on him big time. Rear mount motor. It was out on him five car lengths. We figured it was all over, but at mid track the Corvair started to sputter and the motor stopped. He had lost the fan belt. My buddy got a nice little trophy and some pepto for his stomach.
I was 9 years old and the family had a Renault Dauphin like the one in the pic. Wish I had the that car today.
I was born in June of '62. Dad had to sell his black dual quad 57 chevy for a 62 chevy II family car...Sorry dad!
LOL P'nB...cruisin' Main was ONLY the good parts of those days/nites...most of us were working, doing manual labor for less than 50 cents an hour...and an hour's wages would get you 3 or 4 gallons of gas for that cruisin'....unless someone bought a six pak and then you headed for the country roads...learned how to slide a car around tight corners on gravel roads...sideswiped a farmer's truck doing that once...just about decapitated the kid in the back seat...luckily he pulled his head back inside the car before I hit it. Those days will never come again, despite the trials and tribulations we had to put up with... Thanx for the compliments on the books... R-
No sir, but the pipes on the T-Bird aggravated the Statety to no end. I was only 16 & my buddy, whose dad owned the T-Bird, was at a New Year's Eve party, didn't have the owner's card. We had to seek him out, so we could deliver the owner's card to the State Police Barracks. We found him at this party at some private club & he freaked out at us (probably because there was some woman dancing half naked on a pool table). We went to the barracks at about 2:00 AM & went in a side door for some reason. It was a very dimly lit hallway & we surprised one of the cops on duty & he went for his gun until he realized we were just two A-Hole pip-skweeks. True story.
In '62 I was working on the very same car I am working on today. My first car, a 1929 Model A Ford cabriolet. It has not been on the road since 1964, the year I graduated from high school.
'62, i was going into grade eight in junior high school. Had been reading the little books for three years by then, they were given to me by an older cousin. The next year i was thirteen and my dad bought me a '40 Plymouth sedan to play with and to keep me from getting in trouble i guess. All i cared about back then was cars...and not a lot has changed.
'62 I was in the tenth grade running around on a '54 BSA desperately trying to look cool. Couldn't afford a car.
In 1962 I was a Junior at Greenwood High. I had been drag racing at the Ozark drag strip for 2 summers I then owned a flathead powered Model A sedan. Kept tearing up transmissions. Ford 3 speed W/shifter on floor. $50.00 a pop then (dirty). I was trading for a Ford 3 window coupe and keeping my drive train. His coupe was original mine was done. A driver. He had a 56 Olds engine to install. Never ever saw my sedan again. ??? The 3 window I owned it 23 times in my life! Same car! Last guy I sold it to though still owes me 100 bucks for that car. He just died a couple of months ago. Kept telling me that it wasn't him! He always showed everyone around here the photos of his coupe... a 34 Ford 3 window set up with a flathead and std trans, with juice brakes!!! Exactly the way mine was set up. I still have the title. The car ????? In heaven or someones street rod. The music and the bands were the coolest back then and if you were in a town of ANY size to it you can definitely identify with the movie Hollywood Nights.
The picture is from Portland Oregon! I was living in Sacramento,Calif. and would ride my bike across town to Bobs Burgers on 16th st. I made .80 cents an hour and was rich. We lived by a Catholic church and school and I was teriffied of the penguin dressed nuns but loved the girls dressed in their uniforms . Cars Cars Cars!!!! My boss owned a 1960 300F chrysler with duel cross rams. I always thought that was great. A guy down our street had a 56 Golden Hawk with a Duel Quad Packard V/8. My buddie bought a 1960 Ford Starliner with the 360 HP 352 3spd O/D. We would cruise K and L street as long as we had gas. He sold a calf and bought a 30 Model A with an Olds V/8 duel range hydro. We never could get it to run cool long enough to drive it. I always thought the factory A radiator was to small. We moved to San Mateo and then San Francisco. I'm still playing with old cars. Fond Fond memories of my teen years. Ter409
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