One of the most defining, most unforgettable time in my life was my first car at 16 years old.
My Dad sold me his daily work driver for 175 bucks.
It was a 1952 Chevy two door, you know, that ugly green color...pretty homely really.
Best day of my life...I was mobile!
My Dad though, wasn't through.
He, living vicariously through me had some cool ideas.
First, he had a genius friend of his replace the stock engine with a six banger truck engine, complete with all the porting and polishing and a hot Melling race cam...probably putting out around 300 HP, huge back then.
(actually beat some Mustangs)
At any rate, fried the 2 speed automatic with the extra HP, and ended up with a three speed on the tree.
All in all, just a magical time having your own wheels.
Nothing has really come close to giving me that feeling since.
My Dad sold me his daily work driver for 175 bucks.
It was a 1952 Chevy two door, you know, that ugly green color...pretty homely really.
Best day of my life...I was mobile!
My Dad though, wasn't through.
He, living vicariously through me had some cool ideas.
First, he had a genius friend of his replace the stock engine with a six banger truck engine, complete with all the porting and polishing and a hot Melling race cam...probably putting out around 300 HP, huge back then.
(actually beat some Mustangs)
At any rate, fried the 2 speed automatic with the extra HP, and ended up with a three speed on the tree.
All in all, just a magical time having your own wheels.
Nothing has really come close to giving me that feeling since.
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