Forty years ago I bought my first car. A 1950 Chevy wagon. Not near as nice as this one. Check out that faux wood grain. My right thumb is slightly shorter than my left as a result of that first car. Good judgement comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgement. I wish that first car had turned out like this one rather than learning not to stick your hand under a car supported by a sketchy jack.
I suppose one of the reasons I go to car shows is to see cars which I had and imagine they had turned out better than they did. Ponchos always get my blood flowing. The first car I owned which actually ran was a 66 Tempest with a 65 Goat motor. I had a string of 64 - 67 Tempest's, Lemans's, & GTO's in my younger days. This 67 had me wishing I had a least one of them still in my garage.
Looking forward, another reason I go is to get ideas. The 41 is basically the same car as mine. I won't be chopping mine, but I did get some ideas I may incorporate in mine. Nice car.
John Schneider was there signing autographs. An 80's recreation of the General Lee sits behind him. A quick look in the mirror reminds me that the time has passed for all of us. More incentive to get out there and get that car done. Hope the weather holds.
At the end of the day, it was good to reminisce about old friends. I miss Jim Loop. It was good to hang out with Dane Tyner, walking the whole show together. It was good visiting with Jim Chantre, Scott Cool, Tim Spencer, and Gary Runnels. It is good to plan on being there next year with the 41.
From the first Revell 55 Chevy I attempted to build through the 63 two 4 barrel I bought but never finished til today, W motors have always intrigued me. Maybe someday. Until then, I will have to live vicariously through others.
A 55 nomad, a 58 Impala, and a 59 drop top. The bell rings, I start salivating.