Remember that rusty old ‘48 Chevy in a previous blog?

I kept after the dealer for an amount to buy it and one day I must have worn him down...either that or he was tired of this damn kid askin’.

It was close to my 15th birthday and I had just finished mowing the lawn of the old bitty who was the postmaster in town, when I noticed Paul Geyer, or“PG” as everyone called him, standing in front of his Chevy dealership across the street, wearing his usual bright yellow plaid pants, shiny… Continue

I've been thinking about my childhood lately, and memories of cars have been coming back, and how I started my "illness" with cars.

We lived in a small rural community and my summers were pretty much do as I pleased.

If it was nice out, I’d be outside, going everywhere. All that was required of me were a few simple chores I could whip through in no time. My love for old cars festered and junkyards and abandoned homes that still had derelict old cars sitting around were added to my… Continue