Do you remember when you got "It"????

Born in the early sixties. Father owned the local garage/speed shop and mother ran their attached restaurent.

Living over top of the garage, by the time I was ten I had learned to tie myself into bed at night to avoid numerous cuts,s****es and bruises as a result of being rattled out my bed by the roar of uncapped engines.

I was so fortunate to have experienced just about every type vehicle you could imagine through my youth. Seems strange to my friends that I am a truck nut but I guess those pre-teen age days of driving the shop truck around the gas pump for hours until it ran out of gas hooked me.

O'Yea at that time the big deal was Cherry Bombs, Thrushs ( If you had a few more bucks) and Cragers for everyone.

 

in 61 I was 11 and a kid down the street had a white 40 Ford coupe, let me sit in it and help wash it. started my love for the 40 Ford

 

This doesnt date back as far as most would like to see, but it was the sole moment that I knew.
I was 16 in 2002 and mowed the lawn of my employer at the time, they had a black 51 chevy 2dr that sat just off the end of their drive way. Ever since the first day seeing it I knew I had to have one.

 

I was 7 or 8 and saw Mr. Garlits roaring down the 1/4 mile in Ennis Texas. It was a Super Chevy Suday. Hot rods and Drag Cars!!!

My dad and my grandpa always had old cars and were into drag racing. I guess it is in my blood.

 

The last year of the hunnert car pileup being hosted at Marty and Sons. I walked in and heard the music crankin' and looked over plowboy's truck when it was in baremetal and knew that i had caught the sickness. These were my people and they all had the same taste as i did and the at***ude of having fun no matter what. Had a blast got drunk as **** and it changed me forever.

 

Grew up around the farm, uncles all had various hot rods, mostly mopar muscle, saved up my pennies and bought a 67 chevelle malibu at 15, pissed em off but not many 15 year olds can afford slow-pars.

 

at about age 3 I got a ride in my uncles olds powered 32 roadster. been into old cars ever since.

 

I was 7 years old in 1960. My cousin lived with us and used to drag racenhis 56 chevy. He used to let me hold a wrench for him while he unplugged the mufflers on friday nights. Had grease in blood ever since.

 

Growing up with a Corvette nut is what did it for me.. After I was born I was driven home in a 68 396 rs ss Camero and when I was 3 dad had a 57 Vette G***er Gold metalflake white tuck/roll interior flip front end the work's..Yep that was it, I was hooked like a crack baby, jonesing for the rest of my life.....

 

Yea, I was 17 and her name was Linda...Oh wait, the car thing. I got that when I was in the 4th grade. Scholastic Books printed books that had all the wacky show rods of the 60s & 70s and the land speed cars.

My dad worked as a service technician for IBM. He would take me to old car shows and bring me peices of old 50s electromechanical machines to take apart. All sorts of finely crafted gears and cams to play with and make stuff out of.

I also recall the 5th grade going to the library. While the other kids were checking out books about football I was facinated by a series of books they had about all types of metals.

By the end of the sixth grade I was drawing weirdo cars all over my notebooks like the rest of you.

 

I can't really pinpoint a moment that it 'clicked'

I have always had an iterest in old cars, my dad was into muscle cars (sold his '66 Cornet when I was 6) so I suppose I get it from him... even though our tastes in cars are so far apart it's rediculous.

When I saw American Graffitti for the first time when I was 11 or so, I knew I'd been born in the wrong era

 

Can't remeber how old i was, but i remember seeing a picture of my uncles model a coupe from the fifties. Nothing cooler than the look of those six dueces. My dad had a 34 plymouth coupe with a 327 and a 4-speed he built and finished as a senior in high school and kept until 1991. He said he couldn't go anywhere in it with out me. I loved that thing. I guess that's why I am love with coupes.

 

I was born with "it"...at that time Dad drove a '33 Ford...traded it for a customized '50 Merc convert, with white T & R I mite add...grew up as a mechanic's son...loved every minute of it...

R-

 

Nope, I can't remember when I didn't have "it"

My dad had a '49 Jeepster project in the garage when I was born (1964), 2 - 58 Edsels replaced it later on, then it was a 69 Lincoln, now it's a 60 Imperial.

 

I like what I like. I'd have to say it's pretty much always been that way.

 

At the "green light" house off hwy 141 in St. Louis
Cars naturally progressed from Hot Wheels, to slots, models, real cars. I guess from there, it will continue to wheelchairs, I dunno............

 

about '59 '60 I was 10, pruning in the field next to the road when this red T bucket took off from the corner and came past us just screamin'!!! the old guy next to me screams "HOT DAM" That did it. Then to make sure I'm totally screwed up he starts in with his stories , thanks alot Willie, that T was around the area fir 4 or 5 years then disapeared.
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I was born in '57 and was reading my 3 older brothers Hot Rods and Car Crafts since I could read. My Dad was always working on his own cars,and my bro's were all motor heads (we had 3 '57 nomads in the yard for a while). There was an 1/8 mile drag strip up the road from us,so the drags were pretty normal to me. In about '71,when I was about 14 . a kid up the road from me got a '29 rpu.It was the first real rod I ever saw,and I think you could hear the ' BOING'. That was it...I knew I would have a model a hot rod some day.

 

I remember my dad spending late nights in the garage fixing/tweaking his bikes(hes a harley guy since day one)that got the mechanical fixation set in my mind. Ive always loved all things automotive, But I got "it" cruse night at the 05 round up, The music the people and the CARS oh man The cars! I thought I had died and gone to heaven and I knew that this was it.

 

In '69 my buddys and me put together model cars and watched drag racing on the Wide world of Sports, usually reruns. Nothing like the coverage today. I remember muscle cars being everywhere. So, that's what we admired and wanted. Then, a GI working at the youth center, at the base my dad was stationed, told me to go see a movie with cool cars in it. American Graffiti. I've been into and wanted a hot rod ever since. Now, I've got one. Took a while, but it was worth the wait.

 

Somewhere around the time "Spin & Marty" was on the Mouseketeers. Tim Considine, one of the two guys went on to become a pretty fair automotive journalist.

Charlie

 

i was born with it. my grandfather has been restoring model A's since the early 60's. there were always 5 or more A's at the house. he had a maroon 29 A roadster pick up that i loved. his baby was a blue 31 roadster. i grew up riding in the rumble seat going to shows. i think thats why i like coupes. tired of getting rained on. my dad was into street machines. cars, trucks and a shop to work in have always been there.

 

I thought you were talking about herpes.... sorry...
Because I remember Hati very well....
CheaterJack

 

When I was 14 my brother somehow talked my dad into buying him a red/white 56 210. I got it bad. About 6 months later, we stumbled upon another that was almost identical, bought that too. Two weeks after I turned sixteen, I bought my first Model A. 26 years later, I still have the 56.

 

Do you remember when you got "It"???? ​

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Somewhere around 8 yrs old (1963), I graduated from comic books/Mad Magazine to car mags. I know for sure I was 8 when I got my 1st slot car set. It was "ON" from there. Real good stuff happenin in the car magazines about drag racing in that time. I never stopped to raise a family or anything like that. So, from about 63, at age 8 til now, non-stop "car ****" as several of my girlfriends referred to it

 

after some serious begging and pleading and a half pint of J.D. oh the fond memorys ... actually my dad and uncles were gearheads and general biker degenerates so "it" was only natural that i followed along in their footsteps..

 

i think i was born with it,my mom has a picture of me reading rod & custom at age 4,i use to play in my grandfathers 48 chevy 1 ton panel truck and in the f250 that is mine now,i got my first car at age 13, a 67 chevelle 300 delux 283,4spd...my parents brought me home from the hospital when i was born in a 67 impala ss 427 4spd

 

I was about 5. Yes, some of us got 'bit' that young.
I watched dad take an old Pontiac (I think it was a 38) and cut it up to make a tractor for our small farm. We had one horse but he said it wasn't "predictable" enough.
He hacksawed the frame, shortened it, split it to overlap itself and drilled (with a brace and bit.. some of us will remember them) and bolted it back together. Set in a second transmission for gear reduction, built the driveshafts and some chains and vi-ol-la.. tractor.
I thought.. wow, that's cool. Then he just kept building. As I grew, I started fixing stuff for others and I grew into the family business, making everything from fenders for 56 Chev trucks to homemade "tractors" from 5 ton trucks to doing collision repair on everything from 33 Buicks to Porshes and doing some welding on gear for fishing boats.
Yup.. good times. Hard on the body but learned so much.

 

I would guess around 7 or 8 .Going to international speedway off of I-45 south here in houston and riding out to porter's drag strip on the weekends with my dad.Plus watching the Munsters and thier cool old cars yeah I guess I was hooked.