floivanus
Well-Known Member
truth be told, I'm relatively new to cars in general. The whole actual love affair started when I met my fiance just a little over 3 years ago, don't get me wrong I always flirted with the romance of muscle, but never had an actual desire to go for it.
Meeting her dad the first time, and Eleanor his 67 ford Galaxie 500, is what got me hooked, really trully stuck in the car game. The alley behind the garage told the tale of how much fun her and her dad shared when they tore down the motor, or the rear-end before, and after breaking them after months of hard abuse.
Growing up in a bowtie family, and having a soft-spot for camaros I always kind of wanted one of my own, and I NEEDED something to compete with Eleanor. When I first got my liscense though, cars of that nature were well in the 30 thousand dollar mark, but soon after being introduced to the real desire to have a car, the banks and economy went belly up and I finally had my chance I scored my first real muscle from a couple that had bought it 5 years earlier for much more than I got it. We traveled by plane to nebraska (from indiana) to get the car and drove her back the whole way.
When we made our way back to indiana, we didn't stop to say hey to my parents, the whole time we were coming home the plan was to stop by and see her dad. Imagine the suprise on his face when I tossed him the keys and asked if he wanted a cruise!
Soon after, we grew closer together and he started telling me stories of his uncle Tron and his 69 superbee, equiped with the 440 six pack, Tron's run-ins with the law, the awesome power of the 440, and the time he drove Tron's car. He was still in awe of that car, even after building his galaxie to over 500 horse.
A few years of tinkering on my camaro, helping him build a truck out of 3 different ones, helping with eleanor, and listening to his stories followed. More hearing of the superbee and more jealousy of how great a car like that had to be.
I was driving home from work one day, and my friend jim passed me in his old highschool 67 barracuda, and he had a 'for sale' sign in the window... I pulled a u-turn in traffic and followed him home, and bought the car on the spot! It may not be a superbee, but I knew a 440 would fit, I could build a car like tron's and launch with the power and excellence of mopar muscle.
In late febuary/early march the call came in that uncle Tron had passed away from complications with his liver... Sadly, my fiance's dad didn't take things so well, and relaxed his nerves with long motor-cycle cruises in the country. It was on one of these trips on may 14th of this year that he was struck by a car, and launched over 100 ft off of his late uncle's bike and killed.
I guess I'm into cars, and mopars because of him. I learned to build my first motor with him. the camaro runs as strong and hard as it can from what he taught me. I wanted to build the barracuda with him, now I hope one day it will serve as a memorial to him, and his uncle Tron. My camaro already had a copy of his signature on my glove box. Kind of a carrol shelby type of thing.
I'm in it for the haul, my budget is to small for the 440, but I'll find a way, like the old man always said "don't do it half-assed"
Sorry about my spelling and all, I'm just trying to keep from getting too emotional, I've started to type this a few times, and am actually suprised if this came out halfway decent
Meeting her dad the first time, and Eleanor his 67 ford Galaxie 500, is what got me hooked, really trully stuck in the car game. The alley behind the garage told the tale of how much fun her and her dad shared when they tore down the motor, or the rear-end before, and after breaking them after months of hard abuse.
Growing up in a bowtie family, and having a soft-spot for camaros I always kind of wanted one of my own, and I NEEDED something to compete with Eleanor. When I first got my liscense though, cars of that nature were well in the 30 thousand dollar mark, but soon after being introduced to the real desire to have a car, the banks and economy went belly up and I finally had my chance I scored my first real muscle from a couple that had bought it 5 years earlier for much more than I got it. We traveled by plane to nebraska (from indiana) to get the car and drove her back the whole way.
When we made our way back to indiana, we didn't stop to say hey to my parents, the whole time we were coming home the plan was to stop by and see her dad. Imagine the suprise on his face when I tossed him the keys and asked if he wanted a cruise!
Soon after, we grew closer together and he started telling me stories of his uncle Tron and his 69 superbee, equiped with the 440 six pack, Tron's run-ins with the law, the awesome power of the 440, and the time he drove Tron's car. He was still in awe of that car, even after building his galaxie to over 500 horse.
A few years of tinkering on my camaro, helping him build a truck out of 3 different ones, helping with eleanor, and listening to his stories followed. More hearing of the superbee and more jealousy of how great a car like that had to be.
I was driving home from work one day, and my friend jim passed me in his old highschool 67 barracuda, and he had a 'for sale' sign in the window... I pulled a u-turn in traffic and followed him home, and bought the car on the spot! It may not be a superbee, but I knew a 440 would fit, I could build a car like tron's and launch with the power and excellence of mopar muscle.
In late febuary/early march the call came in that uncle Tron had passed away from complications with his liver... Sadly, my fiance's dad didn't take things so well, and relaxed his nerves with long motor-cycle cruises in the country. It was on one of these trips on may 14th of this year that he was struck by a car, and launched over 100 ft off of his late uncle's bike and killed.
I guess I'm into cars, and mopars because of him. I learned to build my first motor with him. the camaro runs as strong and hard as it can from what he taught me. I wanted to build the barracuda with him, now I hope one day it will serve as a memorial to him, and his uncle Tron. My camaro already had a copy of his signature on my glove box. Kind of a carrol shelby type of thing.
I'm in it for the haul, my budget is to small for the 440, but I'll find a way, like the old man always said "don't do it half-assed"
Sorry about my spelling and all, I'm just trying to keep from getting too emotional, I've started to type this a few times, and am actually suprised if this came out halfway decent
