[CrashFarmer2]

Every kid looks forward to the time that they will be old enough to drive, I was no different.

When I turned 14, old enough to get a driver’s permit in the state of Iowa, Dad gave me the 1956 Ford 2 door sedan that he had purchased years before. He walked me out to the 56 and gave me a big lecture about how I would be driving by myself on the road soon and how he knew that I would be tempted to be doing a bit of racing. He said he knew that because it had not been all that long ago when he was a young buck running free himself and he had done a bit of street racing. He wanted me to make the 56 into a dragster and take it to the track. He told me that street racing was unsafe and he did not want me engaged in illegal street racing. Now the 56 might not have looked like much to someone else, sitting there in a non-running condition, but in my eyes it was like he had just given me the crown jewels. I had many a fond memory of when I was a small child, standing up in the back seat of the 56 watching the speedometer hitting 120 and yelling, “Go faster Daddy”.

I didn’t get the 56 going until I was seventeen and I had a lot of fun in it. I did see some races but it never saw a sanctioned event. I still own it yet.

[sway]

Thats a kool story got anymore?

[Carzilla]

Sway, my dad has loads of stories to tell. give him a comfortable chair and a few hours and he will talk your ear right off the side of your face

[Nightfire]

Thanks for sharing CrashFarmer!

Great story,

Mike

[Sandflea427SS]

Yo Farm, where you been. I haven't heard from you in a while.
I was 18 and drove my dad's 69 C20 Chevy pickup for 2 years. I spied a 69 Chevelle Malibu for sale along a side street and fell in love. Frost green with a dark green interior. 327- 4 speed, 12 bolt posi with 3:31s. I had to have this car. My great uncle was the president of the bank so I asked him for the money and had to wait a whole 15 minutes for him to cut me a check. The horror...I was sooo spoiled..... Bought the car and dad was worried about me mistaking reverse and first with the clunky old Muncie shifter. Never did make that mistake though. One day I left a friends house and thought I'd get into it a little. I turned left onto the main street towards home and halfway through the intersection I gave it a footfull. Of course the car couldn't straighten out with full throttle applied so I fishtailed up the street going through 3 gears. UNTIL I saw dear old dad outside his friends house waving at me with a strange smile on his face. He never yelled at me, but when I got home he threw out "Man, your car runs pretty well"!
I also still have the car. It needs a little work to be nice, but at least I still have the first car I ever bought!

[CrashFarmer2]

Hello again Sandflea, I haven't been around here for a while, you know how it goes, you get busy doing this and that and you just don't have enough time to do everything. I am glad you still have your first car. I cannot tell you how many people I know that wish they had that old ****** back.

Nightfire, I am glad you liked the story.

Sway, I do have loads of stories to tell.

[sway]

I love to hear my grandfarther tell me stories .He was a member of the rebels of lincoln from nebraska and raced at the salt flats.

[floorboardit]

sway why dont you write down some of you grandpas stories and tell us?

[Sandflea427SS]

C'mon sway...It's 11:30 pm here...
I have my hot cocoa and I'm ready for bed....
Telllll meeee a stoooryyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!