So I’ve “blogged ya” some history, now it’s time for some current stuff. Of course my Dad is a car guy and my brother is pretty handy with a set of wrenches, but 24.2 years ago I married into a family that pretty much made most of the car guys I had known in my adult life (ok the adult part is debatable) mere tinkerers.
I have three brother-in-laws that were raised in the car business and not just a little bit of a car business, but a full-blown mechanic shop, engine building, stock car sponsoring, car show restoration, towing type business. These guys knew more about cars by the time they were teenagers, then I did when I was 30 (yeah..I’m over thirty..and not just a little). This guys know their stuff. I now have nephews (their kids) that are even giving me a run for my money.
So I’ve set this up, pretty well, and keep it in mind because when I get to the physiological hurdles of restoring a car, you are going to understand my particular issue and you might relate.
(I seem to start a lot of sentences with the word “So”. So I’ll try to limit the use of it. You might also notice that I use ‘…..’ between words. I do that for to give emphasis on a larger more dramatic pause the you get from the run of a mill comma. Nope not grammatically correct…but a habit I might break….if I get enough comments about it from the readers of this blog.)
So here is a quick introduction to my cars.
1. 1970 Ford Mustang Coupe. I’ve owned it for approximately 4 years and I love it. This is my first real restoration.
2. 1984 C4 Corvette. First year for that generation, everything is unique. Although not my dream generation of corvettes, I love this car. Ever since my uncle put me in his Corvette, I’ve wanted one. When I joined the Air Force my goal was to finish up by second degree become an officer and by a Corvette.
Ok enough for this evening. Tomorrow I’ll give you the run down on each. I have a great story on how I got the Corvette.
So some background coming your way. No not my life’s story, just a little car related history. Grew-up in up-state NY – way upstate. My Dad was a body man by profession, working for various dealerships and auto body shops as well as owning a couple of his own (moderately successful). He was a premier body man, the way he did it was artful. He also fancied himself a mechanic, he was pretty good at that, but not nearly reaching the level he achieved “working on fenders”.
You can see that I was brought up with cars. When we owned our own shops – (4 of them, I think) I worked weekends and summers in each one and learned the skill. I also learned that I didn’t want to work this hard for a living. But I got a very good respect for the craft. I also loved the Chilton Manuals and the body shop books. Each had depictions of front(bumpers/grills/headlights) and the rear (bumpers/tail lights). I memorized as many as possible and I could pick them out on the street and site the make, model and year.
In addition to the constant exposure there were four specific events that helped to set the seed for what would become my passion now.
The very first occurred when I must have been 3 or 4 at the time when my uncle owned a 1958 blue and white Corvette. I remember him puting me in the car and I remember the image of the steering wheel and the two-tone paint. Family legend has it, that I was the only nephew he allowed in the car…don’t know if that true or not, but it makes for a cool story.
The second was the a Chevy II Nova. My Dad often let folks use a garage bay sometimes when they wanted to do a little work on their own. I don’t recall the guy’s name but he used the garage for a couple months to work on this awesome drag car. I believe it had 396 engine with triple carbs and it sounded beautiful. I must have been 12 or 13 at the time and I remember hanging over the fender while he worked on it. I also recall helping him put out a gas fire when one of the gas lines sprang a leak while starting her up.
The next was going to the stock car races at Fond-Foultonville track. My Dad had a buddy who ran a car there and we got to go into the pits. I remember the smell of fuel, exhaust and burned oil. I remembered how hard that dirt track got at the end of a night of racing.
The final event was my first car. I was graduating from high school and my parents presented me with a fully restored (my father’s work) 1966 Chevy Impala Convertible. It was the prettiest car I had every seen and the 2nd coolest (the first coolest was my friend John DeLong’s 1972 (I think) Mach I Mustang..beautiful car and fast. The only way I ever beat him in a street race was by running a red light, when he slowed..I didn’t.
So you’d think I would continued to work on cars and I did for a bit while in college. I drove the Impala to death, wrecked it twice and sold it cheap. Bought a Plymouth Duster and did all the body work and sold that. Then I stopped.
I grew to dislike having to work on them. Maybe not that, as much as I was afraid that I’d be trapped in what was (in my thinking and at the time was) a depressed industry and family problems gave me the impression that it was best to leave that all behind. Which I did. For many years I wouldn’t touch a car, unless I was just jump starting someones or I need a quick repair of my own. During that time I did manage to own a 71 Chevelle and a Burlinetta Camaro, but those were short-term and at the time I was glad to get rid of them.
That’s it for ancient history. The next posting be a bit more recent and I’ll introduce you to some family members and my cars.
Thanks for reading. Please feel free to drop me a comment or note.
Tim
Post Script: We’ll get more into the cars and issues soon enough, but without this background you might not “get where I’m com’in from”. I’ve got some cool stuff to share and a feature where there will be a daily auto related ‘FACTOID’ and or some real auto news.
