Looking back, it's hard to pinpoint just when my love affair with cars began. Was it hearing about my Dad's 1957 Ford? Or looking at pictures of his 1951 Studebaker, or listening to him reminisce about his first car, a 1931 Model A and his second, a 1939 Ford? Or how he almost bought a Studebaker Hawk?
Am I blaming my father for my interest in cars? You bet! Parents set an example example and children follow it. Right? Well, not exactly. You see, all of Dad's classic cars got away. I still HAVE my first car. In my garage. Right now. Waiting to emerge like a 4,000 pound cicada...wings and all. It's a rose and white 1956 Plymouth Belvedere convertible. I hope to be writing all about its rebirth in this blog.
Aside from that, I intend to go on and on ad infinitum about our original classic car DVDs, and anything and everything related to the past present and future of that wheeled wonder we call the car.
Fasten your seatbelts, and drive, collect, and appreciate classic cars!
