share yer "good ole days" hotrodin stories

Here's a real old one: My dad had a big ol' Hudson Hornet in the early sixties about the time of first wave of the import cars. Our next door nieghbor, Mr. Eggars, just bought a brand new Renault Dauphine. A little slow, tin can of a thing. My dad thought it was a stupid ass car. But he never said so to the neighbor. But Mr. Eggars start coming over and telling my old man that the big car was obsolete and the little import was the future. My pop just told him he wouldn'y put his family in a car that was likely to blow over in the desert wind. So anyway, one night pop wakes me up around 2 AM. He says, "Come with me and be quiet. I HAVE to share this with someone." Well, we sneak into Eggars carport and my pop puts 2 gallons of premeum White Pump Chevron in the Dauphine. Two days later Eggars is over telling my old man that the Renault is getting 62 MPG!! He tells my old man that he'd better get on the imported car bandwagon NOW! Before word gets out about the gas mileage. My pop puts gas in Eggars car two more times…and quits. We smile when Eggars regales us with bitter tales about how the Renault shop can't get his mileage back to where it SHOULD be. Why, they even implied that he couldn't figure out mileage. About a year later Eggars rolled the car when a gust of wind blew it over on a curve. He wasn't hurt badly, but he bought a full size Ford after the Renault.

 

Lots of old guy stories here but this just came to mind. About '64 had a hot rod 56 Chev, couldn't afford a Hurst shifter, Fenton 500 was the next best thing. Big flat chrome stick, came up seat heighth with a big chrome knob. Finally got a date with a girl I had been wanting to go out with, she had on a short skirt, was sitting next to me. Really cold night, that big ole chrome knob vibrated loose, was really ice cold, came off rolled down her skirt between her legs. I can still hear the scream!! I wanted to retrieve it but she wouldn't let me!!!

 

I'm not an old guy but I figured I'd pass a story on from one. The father of one of the guys that hangs with my club has been racing Oldsmobiles for years. While we took a coffee break from sanding his '57 Holiday 98 2 dr htp, he shared this old racing story. He had a 2 dr '57 Olds with the 371 J2 setup circa '62. Welded spider gears, torched out X-frame...sleeper. When he did the did the motor rebuild, he drilled the crank and put a 4 speed behind the 371 instead of the useless Jetaway. When he'd go to the car-hops on rt. 22 in Jersey, he'd order his food and wait for someone to come and pick a race with him. To fool people into thinking it was just a stocker, he left the column shift on, and hid the Hurst up his pant leg. He said they usually didn't know what hit them till it was all over.

Man I wish I was around for stuff like that