I finally got the balls to introduce myself. I go by Dave, Davey boy or DH. My first car was a 37 Dodge Business Coupe. I got it from my grandpa. It had been sitting in a barn for several years after being stolen. I was told a sheriffs car in pursuit, bumped it in the rear and rolled it. My buddies & I dragged it home and tore it apart. The car ended up with no front-end, hood or rear fenders. I sprayed it red primer from a Sears gun. There must have been 20 lbs. of putty in it. I didnt know how to weld in patch panels so I used fibergl***. Hell, we just started high school and were used to working on mini-bikes and go-karts. I cruised around in it in Richmond, In. in the late 70s; always running out if gas cause the gauge didnt work. The tube axle front end would dance around if I got it over 40 mph. I think it maxed out at 60 mph with the stock flat six bellowing thru a Thrush muffler. My folks hated that I parked the car out front of the house every night. I had to sell the car when I went to college. I got the hot rod bug bad when I saw a *****n roadster running around my town. Its called The Snail. I tracked down the owner and found out his shop builds these sinister hot rods. I had to have one for myself and he said hed fix me up with an evil 30 Ford roadster. I bug the **** out of him every few weeks, watching it progress into a hot rod, to get my fix. In the meantime, Im fiddling with my 69 Camaro trying to get it back into the 12s after dropping in a 383 stroker. Muscle cars are ok. Hot Rods have soul. Later
Had my head up my ****. Too much work & not enough sleep. I'm from Southwest Ohio, just outside Lewisburg.