Who do you thank for getting you into the car hobby? I thank my old neighbor Paul.Took me under his wing when I was 15.Taught me to do it right the first time.That it takes and cost twice as much to do it over.He was right!Every time I cut a corner and had to redo it,he politely reminded me of his thought.I thank him for becoming a better person.And try to p*** his knowledge on.God bless the old guys that put up with our dumb questions.
My Dad, and our late neighbor John Amidon (R.I.P) when I was kid. Dad worked at the local Texaco at nite while in the military.
I thank all the ***holes I grew up with that made fun of me because I ****ed at sports and was no good at talking to girls, so I retreated to the only other thing that I saw people take notice to-loud, fast cars that pissed off the neighbors. I figure if I could build something like that, who needs to be good at sports or school to get noticed?
Strangely enough, My Dad couldn't understand my obsession with cars, Dad was a Test Driver at Ford Motor Co., Dearborn Proving Grounds (and a WWII combat veteran),.... My Brother Rick and I were crazy for cars all our life's,... There was a stream of pals, Mark,Vince,Clyde, Buzz,... just a bunch of Hot Rod Pals, then I became friends with Frank Mack, and I lived across the street from Bob Kaiser. When I became friends with them I had no Idea they were who they were,... just old car guys. Dad made my brother and I a deal, as long as we started his car,s****ed his windows and brushed off the snow, we could use the garage to build our cars , His friends and our relatives told Dad he was nuts for letting us take over the garage, but Dad just said,... "If there in the garage, there not out on the streets causing trouble". Some times if we needed a certain tool, Dad would take us to Sears, and we would pick it up,... Dad would say "I've been meaning to get one of those for a while now,..... What is it again ?" Dad would sometime come out to the garage on a cold winter night with a couple cups of coffee in his hands to warm us up,... sometimes he would stick around and ask what we were doing,... then go back inside to listen to "Hockey Night in Canada" (brought to you by Molsen Canadian ) In the spring when something new would roll out of the garage, Dad would smile, shake his head and say, I don't understand it, but you boys do good work. (Little did Rick and know he would brag us up to his friends at work) Well, Dad and Rick are both gone now,.... And I miss them more than words can express,... And although Frank & Bob were good friends and big influences,.... Dad and Rick are actually the ones I thank for for being involved in Hot Rods,..... (I actually spend a lot of time when I am in the garage thinking about them,.... and just for a moment,.... I am 17 again, and there both still with me.) I know most of you guys have seen this before, But it always makes me smile,... early autumn late 60's,.... My biggest Hero, and my next project.
id thank my parents and grand father. my whole life since i was 5 or 6 i use to help with working on the old cars and going to car shows all the time. they did teach me some things but i learned alot more on my own because they would put the cars back to how they were made and i was the one cutting up cars to make them better and add my touch to them and they thought i was crazy but if it wasnt for them then idk where i would be. thats why i got the saying "whats life without a dream"
this is just a general comment about who i think you should thank. i think you should thank the people who helped you do the actual work first and foremost before you start feeding peoples egos on the internet for there possitive feedback on your post. but thats just me so thank you Jon. let me be the first to say that on this website for all your ideas about our project and all the labor hours, your time is appreciated more than you know
Okay..... Well, I thank my dad for taking the time to explain stuff to my brother and I when we tried to help him work on his cars. I'll always remember the pride I felt when I retrieved the right tool he asked for. Sometimes the simple things mean the most.
heres to all the toronto and area hot rodders and their clubs that let a little kid hang around ¨_me_. sometymes getting in the way and allways looking and asking for a ride. i watched, listened and learned from them, thanks. 40 years later i am still learning, listening only now i have my own car to ride in, thanx again guys. from that little, - hey whos that kid - from the east end... dermott.
I cannot thank any person.I came by it naturally.Everyone in my family thought I was some kind of weirdo for liking "those ole junky cars".I was lonely.......
Dad was a bodyman and drag racer. Not a hot rod guy though, but p***ed along the obcession with motorized vehicles. Always had gocarts and snowmobiles growing up...my first car was a '66 Impala SS 396 4 speed.
My Dad for stopping at Santa Ana airport on the way to Corona Del Mar beach in 1952. Then bringing me over to Colton where I saw the Speed Sport T. And a strange car with Bean Bandits name on the side. Dad was a motorcyclist so I wandered down that road but I still dream of building a copy of Ivo's T.
I had to collect myself a little after reading this post. it really affected me. God bless the memory of your old man and brother. i still have my "POPS" and spend just as much time as i can with him. i'll post a pic of the 58 TR-3 my brother & I restored for him. he had to give it up when kid #3 came along(me) former AF vet that put everything he had into raising his family, did it the hard way too!
My dad (who is also one of my best friends); I grew up with 2 other siblings and that was one of the cool things that just he and I got to do together and still do, working on cars and going to car shows. I thank the Lord and cherish the times we have had and look forward to what we still have to come.... Thanks for sharing Harms Way, we certainly need to appreciate those we love while we still have them. God Bless....
Poverty and my wives - poverty taught me how to do something with nothing all the time and my wives - first one for leaving second for understanding and encouraging me to keep at it even when she was sick and wife three for poking me to get out there and finish that car...and for asking for a AD for herself. Dad too he make me fix my first POS that I wish I still had - 70 Maverick
i thank me...and my mother. she must of dropped me on my head when i was young i have always loved cars while no one else around me did
I thank my Grandpa, he always liked 2 door hardtops and my Uncle Gene with his 53 Studebaker with wire wheels, 61 Chevy convertible and Chrysler 300. Not to mention AMT, Revell and Monogram.
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