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That is me leaning on the front fender. I use to work
in a full service gas station. One night a man came by and was having
problems keeping this car running and asked my boss if he could leave it on
the property for a few days. My boss said it would be ok so the man left
it and somehow got a ride to where he was going.
After 3 or 4 months I asked my boss what he was going to do with the car
and he said if we could get it running and could drive it off the lot we
could have it. Yeeehaa, me and my buddy Mike climbed under the hood as
soon as I got off of work. We determined it needed a set of points.
We got someone to take us to the local parts store, because neither of us
had a drivers license. We got a set of points and fired that bad 1950
Chevy up. Luckily it had the type of ignition switch that didn't really
need a key. It fired right up and after tinkering with it a little more we
drove it about a mile down the country road to his house. His parents had
a field beside their house and we drove it around on a home made race
track in his side yard. We drove it around for months until we traded it
to a mechanic that worked with me at the station. He had a 1955 Plymouth
that we traded even, this 1950 Chevy for his 1955 Plymouth. We took the Plymouth to another area in the Arrowood
area of Charlotte and drove it up and down the dirt roads and through
fields. Those were truly some of the best memories. |
