Saturday, November 28, 2009

The one that was so close...

I have had the idea of a purple roadster banging around in my head for a long time.

When I was a little kid my Dad painted the motor in his 55 Corvette white and for some reason that has stuck with me my entire life.
My coupe came close to having a white mill in it in fact. And of course one of the reasons that car ended up gold was because of that vette.

The two 32's I posted about (in the two previous posts) were another influence.

One of the other "purple" influences on me was the Iris Mist color on 1965 GTO's.

were one of my first loves.

The 69 Judges like I had in high school always were a big deal to me and still are. That being said my second favorite GTO is a 65 in Iris Mist.
I gave serious thought to painting my roadster Iris Mist but opted for the darker purple.

One thing that has always blown me away was how close a car came to my idealized roadster when it was still my head.

I can not remember off hand what Round Up it was at (in Austin, Texas of course) but during that particular show I remember from a distance seeing a purple roadster sitting out on the grass amongst the sea of hot rods.

It turned out to be a Kennedy Brothers creation and man it came close to what I had in my head.

The car blew me away.

Purple with a white motor, black and white interior, chrome wheels with rocked.

I love flatheads but my "vision" had a small block Chevy in it and that is what I ended up with. I love the chrome firewall, but that is also something I would not have done. I wanted a white motor with a body colored firewall so that nothing would take away from the "whiteness" of the mill.

Other differences exist, but needless to say this Bomb Factory creation really hit a home run with me.

Funny thing, I have never seen this car since that show.

Another car that was a huge influence on me.

Years ago before I had any of my 32's I met a guy named Mike that used to be involved with the So Cal Speed Shop in Colorado.

He was always one of the coolest guys to talk to and I enjoyed seeing him for several years on what used to be a yearly trek to Back To The 50's in St. Paul MN.

One year under the tent they had this killer 32 cabro in purple with a DeSoto Hemi that set my world on fire.

To this day I love this car and between this car and the one in my last post you can probably see why I wanted a purple car.

This is another car I wish the stars had lined up on and I could have bought.

I know at least a few months ago the car was in the hands of a place that sells street rods and muscle cars.

I wish I could have bought it but by that point the roadster project was already underway.

Cabro's don't get allot of respect for some reason...and they are an odd ball 32, but this car just dripped coolness.

I guess for about three years they brought that car out to BTT50's and I left a ton of drool marks on it.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

One of my FAVORITE cars of all time...

I can't remember at this point where I saw this particular 1932 Five Window first, but I think it may have been at one of the NSRA mini nats in the 80's when I used to go to a lot of them and the Nationals with my Dad and his buddies.

All I can tell you is I fell in love with this car the first time I ever saw it.

I remember talking to the original builder of the car and we even hinted around about if he ever wanted to sell it to let us know.

I saw the car a couple of more times and then I saw something that just blew me away!

I think it was at the Oklahoma mini nats because the car was parked under the wing of a large bomber (I think Oklahoma was the only fair grounds with fighters and bombers all over the place high up in the air on mounts) and the car had been rolled over and the corner of the roof was crushed.

We never could catch up with the owner and at that point I think the car may have already changed hands.

Nevertheless the car was returned to it's former glory and another person owns it now.

I have talked to the guy that has in now once (seemed like a real nice guy!) at the MN. Back to the 50's event and seen the car there several times.

For some reason it seems to always be parked in odd locations and is hard to find at the show. One year is was back in a hardly used stable area.

Most of my pics are standard 35mm stuff and I have not scanned them. That means that a few of these pics are "stolen" from other sites and I do not remember which ones. (Probably most are from the HAMB)

A few of them are ones I took with a horrid digital camera I had (bad color big time) and some are scans from a magazine.

This car was one of a few unchopped 32's that were a huge influence on me and the building of my car.

As stated it is an unchopped 5iver with multi carbs in a killer lilac purple. It has/had police gauges in it from the 50's molded in the dash.

The frame has a swoop to it and the steel wheels run spyders.

The air cleaners have changed over the years.

I love this car!

Friday, November 20, 2009

My uncles 1968 GT500KR...long gone but not forgotten!

The above car is a picture I found on the internet, I never got a picture of the car in my story for some reason.

During the early 1980’s when I was 15 years old my uncle hooked me up with a job at his boat dealership washing and prepping new Sea Rays for delivery.

It was a killer job that paid way above minimum wage and I worked with some college age guys that I was incredibly fond of.

One of the guys had an old Mustang coupe that was nothing special, but he did get drunk one night and drove it through a fence and it ended up in a swimming pool.

Funny thing about that pool was that it belonged for one of the most famous baseball players of all time who is associated with New York but was living in Dallas.

Working at that place I got exposed to a lot of famous people and got to see a lot of high dollar cars come in and out of the place.

At the time I had my 1969 GTO Judge. It was an early Judge with the Ram Air III option, no A/C, and a Muncie 4 speed. A local guy who became a legend latter in the Texas Pontiac scene (he became known for his early 60’s 421 Pontiac that he would drag race all the time) was in on the motor build for that GTO when it needed freshening up and I was running some stout 4:56 gears in the car so needless to say it was a pretty tuff ride.

At my high school there were two guys who were faster than I was and I never bothered to race them (they were older than I was but always cool to me) because I knew it would be pointless and they would only street race and were not interested in going to the track. I pretty much knew if I got busted street racing (even though my Dad had been a street racing hood in the late 50’s early 60’s) that if I got caught that would be the end of my hot rodding.

One had a mean 455 powered 1968 442 and the other guy had a Vega wagon (in a god awful green) that was sporting a 454 big block Chevy. They were fast.

I made a mistake in saying something about these cars to my direct “boss” at the dealership one day and he kept harping on me about being a chicken and so on and so forth. He will play into this story in a minute.

My uncle one day rolled in the dealership with his newest purchase and when I saw it the thing took my breath away.

It was a 1968 GT500KR ragtop in Highland Green with a white top and a black interior. The only thing that did not thrill me about the car was it was an automatic.

That being said I had always had a love for Shelby stuff. I still remember as a little kid meeting Mr. Shelby and falling in love with a black and gold Hertz GT350. As I grew older my first Shelby love shifted to the 1967 GT350’s and 500’s because that was the year I was born in.

I got to sit in that car, but for some reason I never got to drive it. When ever my uncle had any other cool rides I often got the car washing duty (I guess because he knew I would not mess it up) and got to drive his various rides like 280ZX’s and so on…but never that Shelby.

The shop manager I mentioned always moved it around.

This shop manager also had the attitude that because the car was a Shelby is was automatically faster than “my clown car orange Goat.

He always was busting my balls about that car. I finally said “why don’t you drag the ‘vert out and bring it on, and while you are at it put your money where you mouth is.”

So my poor uncle never knew that this guy took me up on this offer. He never knew this guy took his prized Shelby out onto Royal Lane in Dallas, and he never knew how bad the car got spanked.

I freaking destroyed that car. TWICE.

That ol’ Judge would almost lift the front tires off the ground when I got on it hard, that Shelby could not get the edge on me.

Oh, and when we were done guess who would not pay up. Yeah, chump manager man.

That being said, beating that car never diminished my love for it.

I really was taken by that car.

I will never forget it.

I have always wanted a 1967 Shelby. I have also always wanted a Highland Green 1968 Fastback Mustang “Bullitt” clone.

I could sell all my cars and maybe get a Shelby, but I could never live with myself if I did.

That GTO was replace by my 50 Merc and I have had the car so long that even though I am sorta bored with it and threaten to sell it all the time I never will. It is part of the family.

I could never sell the 32’s I have either. Especially my coupe considering its history and how attached I am to it.

I really would like to have a late model Shelby too, but if there is one last car that I could ever have in my lifetime it would be a vintage Shelby Mustang.

I am afraid that is probably the one dream I have that will never happen.

I also will always regret not getting to drive the 68 GT500KR.

Ah well, such is life.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Mexican addiction.

A guy posted on a forum a question about places to eat around Arlington, Texas and I responded with this place.

As fate would have it I was looking for the address and some guy posted a story/review about it today (check out the link below).

My buddy I have mentioned in other postings with the El Camino's took me to this place several years ago and now it has turned into an addiction.

I highly suggest this place if you are ever in Grand Prairie, Texas.

Don Juan's Romantic Mexican Food