Oooo! I just love a good story!

The Studebaker truck that I am working on now has been in my famly since I was knee-high to a grasshopper...ever since that truck first rolled into our driveway that fateful summer day, I have loved it.

My dad picked me up from school everyday in it, it took me to the dentist (which I hated going to, but riding in the Stude always seemed to make things better), and it hauled firewood every year to keep my family warm. It was truly part of the family. It seemed only natural that it come live with me, after my daddy died, so that I could help her become the glorious hot rod she is destined to be.

My Corvair, well, she and I just belong together....we both have our quirks, so we understand each other just fine. The Vair is what I learned to drive on, and I have had it ever since.

I consider both the Corvair and the Studebaker to pieces of my past, and a way for me to keep my dad close to me, because everytime I see them, I think of him, and smile. They are my kids. And my one passion that I don't ever see fading away.