It's not about the money or the horsepower
Thanks Jeff, glad to see there are other people that share my opinion. You have to drive the cars to really appreciate what you have. I can see the logic in trailer queens. people drive like assholes and you always have to be on the look out. There was a modified model t that used to go cruise night every week. We used to have traffic circles near the show. This t was a mass amount of work. Borderline magazine. An older woman decided to change lanes and plowed into the t. With no fenders, exposed frame, and a fiberglass body there was nothing to save it from the impact. It was totaled. The drive is the memory you keep. Sometimes things are meant to be. I'll be quick. I was driving on a highway by us one summer afternoon. There was a 67 Dodge Dart Convertible driving with the top down. there was family in the car. No doubt about it, they were all bonding. Something they'll all remember. I liked the car. i knew it was rare. Here's what I meant on meant to be. My brother call me and said someone was just getting rid of a car. He didn't want it anymore and was moving. Went to the home. It was the same car I saw months b/f on the highway. It had 275 miles (something like that) on it but the owner had the original 6 cylinder rebuilt. The 1/4's were rusted and it needed work all around. He had the quarters which were those 1/2 quarters that came up to the middle contour line above the wheel opening. I had a one week vacation and worked on the body at the shop. One of my co-workers said he purchased some red paint for a side job but the owner of that car bailed. So far I got the paint & car for free, but there's more. My uncle died. Wasn't close to him and never knew he collected Mopars. He had several cars behind his garage. There was Plymouth with the Dodge simulated original mags wheel covers on it. My cousin said I could have them. I did the bodywork and painted the car during my vacation. Did the conv top and interior at my home. I had roughly $1400.00 into the car. I drove the car for about a year. There's not a lot to compare as to riding around at night with a rag top. The cassette was old. Could only play partial cassette tapes. Only thing I could blast was Racing in the street by Bruce and some Janis Joplin's songs. It didn't matter. It was fun. It was meant to be. Sorry about the old photos.
