It started for me, in late 1964. Dad told me, when I graduate, he would help me get a car.
We looked at many used cars. Some were nice. Some were overpriced. Some were plain Junk.
I read a For Sale, in our local newsrag, of a 1959 Chevy Impala Conv. 348, 4 Speed car. Of course, it was
RED. As soon as we seen it, that was it for me. When the guy popped the hood, 3 Dueces with chrome air cleaner pot's stuck right out. I noticed the weird looking valve covers. I had only seen them in pictures, but I knew what they were. Dad sort of liked the car, too.
The seller started the car up, and it was obvious, this wasn't what Dad had in mine, for my first car.
The loud ticking of the engine, the rumbly exhaust. Nope. Not gonna happen.
The ride home, was very quiet.
A few days later, I spotted an add, at one of our local Car Dealers. 1964 Chevy, Impala SS Conv . Low miles. The add did not mention, what engine the car had. When we got there, it was love at first sight.
Everything, I always wanted.
And it was
RED. As soon as I seen the 409, on the fender, I had to pop the hood. Chrome everywhere.
There's those strange looking, valve covers again.
I couldn't get Dad to make the deal, that day. He wanted his buddy to look at the car first.
Dad didn't know what the 409 on the fender meant, but his friend knew.
He told Dad, this car has a big engine. Maybe your son will get several speeding tickets. This wasn't good news for me.
After a couple days went by, and I convinced my Father, I wouldn't get into any trouble. The next day, we traded in, my very tired 57 Chevy 283 wagon.
I kept my word, to Dad. I never got a Speeding ticket, with that car.
But I did need to hire a Lawyer, one time for a muffler infraction.