Wann'a know what I really miss?
I really miss the good old days when these cars brought people together instead of driving them apart--pun intended.
There will always be rivalries, that's a given--but I miss the days when those rivalries were settled on a secluded stretch of road on the outskirts of town for little more than gas money, a 12 pack of beer, or even just bragging rights. Seldom did bickering ever escalate to anything serious, and even when it did, friendships usually remained once the dust settled.
I miss the days of buying $50.00 780 Holleys and $200.00/pr square port heads all day long out of the Tradin' Post classifieds newspaper. You could throw a $25.00 kit in the Holley and sell it for $100 netting a tidy $25.00 profit and everyone was happy. I miss the days of busting your buddy's ass on the street one day and helping him swap engines or loaning him some parts the next day.
I guess I just miss the days when it was really about the love of the cars themselves instead of the $. I'm sure that sounds contradictory coming from someone who works on these old parts for a living, but I really do feel that way.
I know those days are gone for good, but I still miss them.
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