Nothing sexier than a woman entering and exiting a car...especially if she is wearing the right outfit and by being a gentleman you get a birds eye view...love making a sharp turn and having my wife scrunched up against me...
I remember sticking #2 pencil's in the choke of my Montego to get it started on cold Northeast Ohio mornings to get to school. Sometimes a blast of starter fluid. My first car - $100.00. I remember the "wooden gas gauge" I had for my '62 C-10 . I remember wrenching on rusty old cars in the snow - damn those knucklebusters hurt even more in the cold. I still remember the smell in the cab of my Grandpa's '64 Chevy Custom Cab pickup. He lived in Wyoming and had been an oil man. Light blue with white hubcaps. I think it had 10K miles on it when he died back in '81 - wish it would have found it's way to me but it didn't.
I worked for an Oldsmobile dealer when I was a kid,doing odd jobs, ain't nothing better than pumping gas and especially cleaning windshields when it was hot, if you ever did it you'll know what I mean. Them legs ran all the way up to her, nevermind
The guys that want to put in a 350/350 or 302/C4 for reliability are missing the treat of driving a stock old car, just ask those of us that grew up driving them!
I like the simplicity of the old cars, simple to drive, simple to fix. The feel of an old car is a real driving experience, not a high tech living room on wheels.
You hit the nail on the head. Exactly. Funny how a post with this heading draws so many responses and has so many hits. Its what we are all about.
Its like a freind told me the other day ,He said Hell if you get in a new car you know your gonna make it there without having to stop and work on somthing,wheres the adventure in that!!!! I agree!!!!!!!!!
Been there and done that...used to work at a carwash while in high school and I always made sure I was the one holding the door for the good looking ones
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