The first thing I remember in my journey down the path of my career is the smell of the backseat of a 1933 Plymath Sedan tudor. I would sit in the back seat on the way to car shows and fall asleep with my nose stuck in between the back piece and the seat cushion. To this day I still smell it. It was black with black cherry fenders. When dad finally decided to sale it, I could not understand why. At that point every car dad had gotten I fell in love with only for him to turn around and sell it for a profit. Each time, it seemed a little bit of my heart would go each time. It was later in life did i realize exactly what he was doing and didn’t get quite attached as I did then.
Everytime we would ride around, I could never understandin why people would stare. Why people would take the time out and stare at what I thought was us. I realized later that even though this was common for me to ride around in classic and unique vehicles, that didn’t mean everyone else did which caused the stares.
From point until around the age of 15 was pretty much a blur of school, car shows, and hanging out with the parents. At 15, I took driving class during spring break that year which was an advantage for me considering no on e I knew was able to see me ride around with a big sign on the top of the car i had to drive. Well, in order to be able to drive at 16, I had to have a car to drive. As with everything else, dad approached me one day and eleberated the fact that in order for me to HAVE a car to drive, I had to build it myself….WHAT???
He asked a few times what I wanted as a vehicle. Next entry will be further detailed…..Gotta leave you wanting more.