My Dad told me, if I graduated H.S. he would co-sign, for me to get a new car.
Being impatient, like most 17 year old's are, I went looking for a car, before school ended. I drove myself crazy.
I already had my 57 Chevy wagon. I wanted another Chevy. One day, I found a 1959 RED Impala Conv. with a 4-speed trans.
We had to go see it.
It was about a 12 mile drive, to a Phillips 66 Gas Station. When we got there, Dad immediately, had his mind made up, this wasn't the car for me.
348 C.I. with 3 2bbls. Custom White interior, with a White conv. top. I fell in love instantly When he started it up, that cam shook the whole car. 
Seeing the 3 carbs, he figured, that meant trouble for me.
That was the first time I seen a W motor in person. I was hooked.
We didn't speak much, on the way back home. He knew I was disappointed. He did his best to explain that, that motor sounded terrible, and would probably blow up.
What did he know? He was a Chef, not a Car guy. After a couple days, I got over it. Then a couple weeks later, it happened. Our daily newspaper "Livermore Chevrolet. 1964 Chevrolet Conv. Red w/white interior. 409, 4 speed. Low Mileage." Holy Shit. Let's go, Judy.
This car was Love, at first sight. As soon as I started it up, and popped the hood, I got a Boner, that has lasted for 56 years. Even my Girl loved it. Just looking at that huge chrome air cleaner, the solid lifters. Now I had to convince Dad. He drove it first. It scared him. He brought his friend with him, the next day. His buddy told him, this has a 409 motor, probably much too fast, for a young kid. He asked the salesman why, would this 3,000 mile car be unsold. I guess a lady bought it new, and it was much too much power for her. Anyway, she traded it in for a Chevelle. After some promises, that I would never speed, or drive recklessly, I brought her home. Life has never been the same.
Being impatient, like most 17 year old's are, I went looking for a car, before school ended. I drove myself crazy. I already had my 57 Chevy wagon. I wanted another Chevy. One day, I found a 1959 RED Impala Conv. with a 4-speed trans.We had to go see it. It was about a 12 mile drive, to a Phillips 66 Gas Station. When we got there, Dad immediately, had his mind made up, this wasn't the car for me. 348 C.I. with 3 2bbls. Custom White interior, with a White conv. top. I fell in love instantly When he started it up, that cam shook the whole car. Seeing the 3 carbs, he figured, that meant trouble for me. That was the first time I seen a W motor in person. I was hooked.We didn't speak much, on the way back home. He knew I was disappointed. He did his best to explain that, that motor sounded terrible, and would probably blow up. What did he know? He was a Chef, not a Car guy. After a couple days, I got over it. Then a couple weeks later, it happened. Our daily newspaper "Livermore Chevrolet. 1964 Chevrolet Conv. Red w/white interior. 409, 4 speed. Low Mileage." Holy Shit. Let's go, Judy.This car was Love, at first sight. As soon as I started it up, and popped the hood, I got a Boner, that has lasted for 56 years. Even my Girl loved it. Just looking at that huge chrome air cleaner, the solid lifters. Now I had to convince Dad. He drove it first. It scared him. He brought his friend with him, the next day. His buddy told him, this has a 409 motor, probably much too fast, for a young kid. He asked the salesman why, would this 3,000 mile car be unsold. I guess a lady bought it new, and it was much too much power for her. Anyway, she traded it in for a Chevelle. After some promises, that I would never speed, or drive recklessly, I brought her home. Life has never been the same.
That maybe only comes with dual 4's.
No, we didn't, get Friskie, in the car.
The first car I looked at when I was old enough to drive was a 68 Chevy II nova it was a super sport and had a 350 with a four-speed in it. The crazy thing is it really wasn’t that much money. But I was a little short on the funds and it didn’t last long. I have one now though. Big block four-speed. I had a 62 Belair one time that was a four-door that Belong to my aunt. She gave it to me and it didn’t have the title because she couldn’t find it. I asked her to file for a lost title and she did. I drove it for a while but it it just wore me out with repairs so I traded it. Six cylinder powerglide.
Lady Luck...
Echo.....Echo....
