bjornolf wrote:My dad's first car was pretty sweet. His cousin went to the Korean War and asked him to take care of his car during his tour. Here's a pic of the same year and colors:
Yeah, he got to drive that for 18 beautiful months.
Yeah, that's pretty darned sweet.
Throughout high school, my dad used to take us to the ACC Tournament. My junior and senior years, the tournament was in Charlotte, and we stayed with my dad's childhood best friend. As long as I can remember, I've been into cars, especially classics, so I was dismayed during the first visit that my dad's friend's '66 Corvette Stingray convertible was in the shop.
The next year, we went back, sans my brother (as he was off at college by then), and my dad's buddy again graciously hosted us. He met us at the games on Friday, and excitedly informed me that the 'Vette was in action and running like a top. "Wait 'til you drive it," he said. I informed him that, at the time, I didn't know how to drive stick, and he simply responded, "Well then I guess you're gonna have to learn."
Dad spent most of the rest of the weekend (away from the old Charlotte Coliseum) catching up with his friend's wife over God knows how many bottles of wine, and Woody and I spent our time immersed in driving lessons/rubber-laying/hellraising on the streets of Charlotte's tonier neighborhoods. Being the well-connected lawyer that he is, Woody told me not to worry too much about speeding.
Damn, that weekend was fun.