|Bill and his first wheels, one last time|
My uncle Bill turned 16 in 1959, and this was his first car. He drove it for a few years before mechanical problems caused it to get parked for good in the early 1960's. When a shed was built behind my grandparents' garage in the early 1970's, the Chevy moved inside, where it sat next to my dad's first car (a 1951 Mercury) until early this month.
The shed roof (what there was of it) protected the cars from further rust for the last four decades, but the Chevy's body cancer was already pretty far along by that time. The shed did not, however, protect them from generations of raccoons, opossums, and woodchucks which found shelter inside the cars and completely trashed their interiors.
|My brothers Casey (left) and Andy|
immortalize the Chevy in 2009
|Please excuse the fonts|
The Chevy is gone now. Its spot in the shed sits vacant next to Dad's lonely Mercury. The Chevy is probably too far gone to be restored, so my only hope for it is that many of its parts will get removed and find new life on someone else's classic ride. The carcass, alas, will surely get sold as scrap steel for $150-200 per ton. The entire car only brought $150 at the auction, which is a real shame. I've seen fully restored models go for $20,000-30,000.
Shown below are some of my favorite photos of this stately old gentleman, many of them shot through old, manual lenses which themselves date from a simpler time.
The behind the scenes setup for those last three shots, which were taken on my final day with the Chevy, can been seen in this article.
What memories do you have of cars from your childhood? Have you ever restored an old antique? Please share your stories in the comments below.