Thread: Where were you in 1957? (Tulsa inspired!)

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I was 10 years old, and that was the year, for me, that the seed was planted. There was a guy who lived across the street from us that had a 55 Chevy. His friend had a 57 corvette. They would work on there cars almost every week end and all I could do was watch. I wanted too help them so bad but they wouldn't let me do anything.
So one Saturday morning I asked my dad if I could clean the engine in his car, 47 Chevy fleetmaster. He said sure, so I got his box of tools and went at it. The only problem was I kept taking things off, like the cylinder head. I thought my dad was going to kill me. That car was our only transportation. He got some help from a friend and they got it back together.
I was living in St. Louis then and in my sophomore year my dad got sick and I had to quit school and go to work full time to pay our house rent. I soon realized I was more of a liability, so I went into the army. Got out in
Colorado and went back to school. From that time on I have been deeply involved in cars and murdercycles.
Ken

I was born in September of 57 so my memory of that era isn't too good.

I was a wide-eyed ten-year-old fresh off the farm, living in Vancouver, BC, and watching A-V8's and chopped Mercs cruising Broadway, and staring up in awe at Sputnik! Loved all the new cars with fins.

I was 4 at the time. I was takin' a nap about that time of the day, so I missed the whole Belvedere deal.

Originally Posted by pro70z28

I was 4 at the time. I was takin' a nap about that time of the day, so I missed the whole Belvedere deal.

hmmmmm. And not much has changed concerning nap time since then, huh????


Other then it used to be because Mom made you, now it's only if you can get away with it!!!!

Originally Posted by Dave Severson

hmmmmm. And not much has changed concerning nap time since then, huh????


Other then it used to be because Mom made you, now it's only if you can get away with it!!!!

Gotta' get my beauty sleep. I know, I know, I LQQK like have have sleep deprivation. I've heard it all B4.

I was 12 years old in '57, and just starting to really dig cars. My Brother in Law had a bright red '56 Ford, and I remember my Sister dusting some guys in another car at a red light. She was embarrassed that she had done it, but I thought it was the coolest thing, and had to promise not to tell her Husband. Go karts were my main focus at that age, and I always had one under construction.

My Dad had died the year before, and had bought me a '32 Ford 5 window for $25 for an early Christmas present. But then he thought he was doing me a favor and sold it, without telling me, and bought me a '49 Willys Jeepster for $200 . He was furious with me because I cried and wanted the '32 back........couldn't understand why I would prefer a non running old Deuce to a Jeepster that ran and was mint. I guess I was ahead of my time, and knew the Deuce was cooler. After he died my Uncle talked my Mom into selling the Jeepster because they feared I would get killed driving it around our farm. (never did care for my Uncle )

Like most of us who grew up back then, times were more simple and our memories are generally good ones. I wouldn't trade growing up then for anything.

Don