I know that sounds a lot like my car. Rattle can paint job, silicone & pop rivets over holes in the back of the trunk, pounds of bondo over a dent...
It's all about the pintos... and the memories that go along with seeing them.
With that said, I will reiterate that come hell or high water I WILL be there this year, with my car.
Thanks guy.
I hope there isn't any hell or high water. Especially the high water, what with the riveted over holes and all.
But I gota say, I got a flash back when I read you post.
I don't know how old you are, but I'm not that young any more. Going through my second childhood, but in number of years, well that's another story.
Anyhow, I was talking about the "Flash-back"
Way back when "Hector" was a pup,(can you remember back then ?)
I think it was 57 or 58, my car had so many holes in the floor, I'd drive with my right toe on the gas, as high up the pedal as I could get it, and my left foot on the seat, just to keep them dry.
Then winter set in, and the heater didn't work. It leaked so bad that I by-passed it (no money to fix it).
So much cold air came thru that rusted out floorboard that I pulled over, went to door of this house and asked the women to PLEEZZZZE let me come into the house and warm my feet.
I must have looked allfull bad, because she not only let me in, she gave me hot soup and dry sox. could you imagine that happing today, someone would not only open the door, but welcome you in. I kind of doubt it.
The next time that car quit (and it quit alot) I unscrewed the plates, left it there and walked home.
Several weeks later, a local gas station called me, said I owed $15.00 for the tow, and if I didn't get my butt down there real fast, he was going to call the cops, have me put in jail for no license plates or up to date insurance sticker.
This was a small town, everybody new everybody and kids scared real easy.
He'd roconnized the car, knew who I was. I thought surly he'd call my dad, so I rushed down to pay the tow. It took every penny I had, plus some that I'd borrowed, so I pushed the car home.
Your comment brought the whole thing back to mind, and I got a laugh thinking about it.
So thank you for both your desire to come, and the "memories"
By the way, it was a Chevy. I think 1937, but I cant remember (that has something to do with age also, the remembering part)
Jim at jimspinto