I was already pretty far gone because of my uncle and from hanging out with my brother and his friends from his car club, but I was hopelessly lost in the summer of 1958. My brother graduated that year and was moving to California from Texas to go to JC and live with our grandparents. He and I went in his '39 Ford Coupe. It had a loaded flathead, primer, wide whites, moons, '49 Plymouth bumpers, Black and white naugahyde interior. He was barely 18 and I had just turned 13. We had one hell of a trip and kind of went from wrecking yard to wrecking yard.
43 years later my son and I drove from here to Texas so he could go to college. He was driving a 1954 Studebaker station wagon. It had a supercharged Studebaker 289, flat black, wide whites and moons and black and white naugahyde interior. He was barely 18 and I had just turned 56. The car had fewer than 200 miles on it after a frame off build. We had one Hell of a trip.......