PUCK - "WHAT FOOLS THESE MORTALS BE!"
THE PIC? NOT MINE, BUT A '57 ...
MY CARS - PART 2
© - Tom Hyland - 3/31/12
Drove my ’53 Merc through ’59 ...
Then put Him up on Blocks in Dad’s Garage in September ’60 -
Was leaving for Basic Training for Six Months at Ft. Knox, KY.
Yeah - Joined the USAR in June of ’60 -
After Basic, on to Ft. Eustis, VA. For Advanced ...
Out in March ’61 - HOORAY! Hated Every Minute!
Got the Ole Merc Out, But He Needed Some Work -
Wayne Re-Built Engine in Exchange for Dad’s
Old ’44 Chevy, which Sat for about Fifteen Years!
Wayne found a ‘Blown Fuse’ on the Firewall -
Which Prevented the ‘Over-Drive’ from Working!
“I’m Back In The Saddle Again!”
NUMBER TWO - EL NUMERO DOS!
In Spring of ’61 Wayne found a ‘Cherry’ for Me ...
1957 Chevy Belair 4-DR Hard-Top V-8 -
W/Power Steering and ‘4 On The Column’ ...
Was Traded-In by a ‘Family Man’ with Kids!
At Park Circle Chevrolet, where Wayne Worked!
Was FILTHY! Chewing Gum on Seats & Wrappers Everywhere!
Wayne ‘Painted Me a Picture’ of After It Was Cleaned Up!
HE would do All the Work Mechanically ...
Then - A ‘Mirror-Glaze’ Finish!
Then, ‘To Boot’ He Would Say HE was Purchasing It -
To Get Employee Discount! $900.00 for A 4-Year-Old!
HOT DOG! Took about a Week ...
The Following Saturday at Noon ...
Wayne Pulled Up in front of my House n’ Blew the Horn!
Was This An Apparition? What a Sweet Boat!
Shiny Black on the Bottom, with White Top -
Black & Red Cloth Seats - Nice Stereo ...
THIS ‘CHERRY’S’ 4-BBL ‘PURRED LIKE A KITTEN’!
Got Behind the Wheel & ‘Tooled’ Down Light Street -
OH - That Power Steering - SWEET!
No More ‘TUGGING’ to Park!
First Stop - ‘DODSON’S CORNER’ - Where Else?
The ‘GANG’ Just HAD to See This ‘BABY’!
More - OOHS n’ AAHS n’ WOWS!
When you ‘Stomped Her Down’ ...
She Would ‘SHIT N’ GIT!’
“Heaven ... I’m In Heaven ...”
Can’t Tell You How Many ‘Dates’ I Had ...
SMOOCHIN’ in The ‘PASSION PIT’
In My ’57 Chevy!
Within a Couple of Weeks, Installed a Set -
Of ‘Dodge Lancer’ Hub-Caps’ - ‘Hubba-Hubba’!
I WAS HOT! HOT! HOT!
Winter Came, Along with Snow ...
A Buddy, ‘Lefty’ Aschenbach Got Married!
‘Twas a Saturday Eve, After Several Champagne Toasts ...
Little James Hall and I Decided to Leave the Reception -
Swing by The Church of The Advent Dance ...
And Pick-Up Some Chicks!
NO LUCK! On the way Back, on Potee Street -
It Happened! SLID on SNOW ...
NO SEAT BELTS! I STUCK ARM OUT TO HOLD JAMES ...
WHACK! Right Front Tire Jumped Curb ...
SMACK! Right Fender Gave to Steel Barrier!
OMG! My ‘Baby’ Was HURT!
Two Buddies Drove By - Recognized Car ...
Shoved Me in Back Seat - Pulled Fender Away from Tire -
Drove My Inebriated Ass Home!
NOT TO WORRY!
No Injuries! No Cops! No Record!
Of Course, After a Good Tongue-Lashing -
Wayne Replaced Fender and Fixed Her Up Again ...
GOD BLESS WAYNE! Saved My Arse More Than Once!
In Summer of ’62 I Decided to Start College -
Round-Trip to U. of MD. At College Park ...
Was About 50 Miles Per Day X Five ...
Altho’ I Still LOVED My ‘Baby’ ... SHE HAD TO GO!
Needed a More Economical 4-Cylinder!
My ‘Gas-Guzzler’ Would BREAK Me!
Wait’ll You Hear PART 3 ...
“The REST Of The Story...”
© - TKH.
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Oh but you hooked me on these old car stories of your recollection. But you also had "The" car each time and more "Ooohs and Ahhhs" to go with it. Man, I wish I had me a pal named Wayne back when. You lucky dog you.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Our assistant scoutmaster, district Chevy sales manager, gave us a ride in a red 57 Chevy convertible in September 1956. He said later that it was the biggest lemon he ever drove–in the shop 60 times during the two months he drove it to Chevy dealers.
In December 1956, my dad took ownership of a specially ordered 57 Ford Fairlane 500, black with a 312 CID 4 barrel carburetor. I was the big stud on campus driving around picking up chicks. We had 8 inches of snow our Junior prom May 8, but I navigated all over town without bending the car. Won of few drag races .
Bought back Dad's 57 in 1962, from a schoolteacher, complete with Mom's dented fender that I replaced and had the engine overhauled at 60,000 miles. With standard steering, I had to quit driving the 57 when I got paralyzed in 1963. Bought the $100 rusted out 57 Desoto that I could drive and sold the 57 Ford.
Our paths crossed as you can see.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Now you've reminded me of my very first car - a turquoise '62 Belair Convertible with a leaky transmission and a top that wouldn't go back up without lots of help. I only paid two hundred bucks for 'Belle' and I often rode around in the rain with her top down - but I didn't care - I had a car!|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Way back when you bumped up the 57 they did not have drunk driving laws that I know of, as in 1975 I wrecked/totalled my 68 torino GT & was smashed drunk and the state cops just took me home, gave me a ticket for careless driving & said they would let my dad "handle", read, KILL, me...LOL, Ed|