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08-21-2007 07:10 PM #1
From all you guys.
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08-21-2007 07:21 PM #2
Originally Posted by bluestang67
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08-21-2007 07:46 PM #3
My Dad was a wrench behind Patton in WWII and my mom said I knew the names and the cars of the fifties before I did the alphabet. Dad was self employed bricklayer that did all his own repair work. I was handing him wrenches at 5 and changing trannys in fork lifts by 9 by myself. I was 11 (1965)when one of my older cousins brought his T bucket out to the shop to work on it, He gave me a ride and I have been hooked ever since. My Dad is gone now along with the cousin but I think of them often when I am in my street rod cruisin' with the pipes just singing, I know they are with me and smiling. Dad would run his old 68 4dr lincoln BB up to 110 and look at me grinnin and say "Now we're sailin' son, now we're sailin'"."Sunshine, a street rod and a winding beautiful Ozarks road is truely Bliss!"
And then a newer model....
Montana Mail Runner