I was thinking yesterday that no matter how much fun it is to scrounge, build and drive an old car, the best part of it seems to be hanging out and thrashing on it with my friends, daydreaming about what it'll be like when it's done, and talking to the older guys and hearing them say, "I used to have one of those..." or "That's how we used to do it!" I've spent countless hours in grocery store or convenience store parking lots talking to these old guys...there's always a cool story from them. I'm already feeling the desire to start on another one, but my wallet isn't.
hell yeah, man. pretty much daily i get that, even in my 65 impala. there's not much cooler than having an old guy compliment you on your exhaust note that "sounds like a flathead ford i had with smitty's on it" or the little kid that biked all the way over from the store to the fast food joint to check out the car, and promptly raised his super-bladder buster of mountain dew in a salute when i left. and for all those that don't get it, and can't appreciate it, well, it's awful nice to annoy the squares, too. uncapped dump tubes do that real well!
There are rewards to owning an old car that you have spent oodles of time and money on!! Little kids waving til their arms hurt, tartish girls pulling up next to you so they can "check that guy out in that cool car tee hee" (women are SO dumb at times!) or having some mullet wearing, camero driving yahoo with a trucker cap and half his teeth, pace you for the next quarter mile because not only can you cook, clean and bear yungins.......but sister, you can turn a wrench. If I had a wanker, it'd make it stiff......but I don't so I'll settle for a shit eatin grin, <------- like that one! xxx
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