| Well, I just recently got to drive a 1976 Corvette Sting Ray. I wish it was mine. Im a big Corvette fan, but a 76' isnt my favorite. If I were to own one, I would like to have a 58' - 63' and a 2003 model. This corvette I just recently got to drive, is owned my my father. I hope sometime down the line, he will carry it on to me. I helped him upgrade the engine and transmission. We upgraded his original V8 350. (Inquote of tim allan from home inprovment (arrohhh arrohhh arrohhh) any how, we upgrade the original heads, cam, intake, and carb. All edelbrock and aluminum. Ive always found it funny, for what my dad calls his corvette, and how protective he is for it. He calls his Corvette "The Baby". I dont see my dad to often, for I dont live with him, and I work most of the time. But I know he gives "The Baby" a bath (car wash) almost every day. He wont take it through the car wash automatic. I guess he wont trust it. I have to ommit, my dad has put alot of time, effort, sweat and money into that car. He also has two other cars. A 1986 Pontiac Fiero, and a 1996 (ithink) Ford probe. I Already know the probe is his least favorivte, cause of its color. He really hates the color white. Not only that. It aint a Chev. His fiero, which he just recently offord to me. Well, it is a fun car to drive, but I can not recall when, or if that car has ever seen a bath. Well, Im gonna move on about my dad. Ive mostly lived my life not living with my dad. I did see him every other weekend. When my mom first left him, I remember all the problems we had, and the whole court thing, ect. And for some reason, when ever that friday came, when I got to go his house for the week end, I would feel like I was on vacation. I always loved the sound of that fireo pulling up in my drive way, with the horn going off, notifying me, he was here. I would lug out all of my "junk" so my dad called it, to his car. Load it up and away we went. My is always the shyest person, in my mind. But once he cracked open that old beer called Molson light. His shyness would just lift away, and never return, untill the morning. He is never the mean drunk, the argumenative drunk, fighing, ect. He is the kind that is funny, outgoing, and someone to talk to and listen. I remember when I had a cat called Spike, and hed always say "Spike, im gonna throw you in the pool, with some weights tied to your feet." And I would crack right up and laugh. My cat spike lived with him, even tho, I didnt live with him. Spike was my favorite cat, I think I have ever had. Spike always pooped, and pissed on the floor. Clawed the walls, and was a lazy. I was a little devil when I took a pair of sissors to his whiskers. Hey!... I was only 6 or 7 years old. I didnt know any better. My dad married my step mom. He is still currently married to her. Going on 11 years, I believe. Id always love to goto my aunt lois's house. She is one of the funniest women I know. My dads trademark would have to be, He would always sleep on that unfoforatable couch down stairs in the basment, and watch maried with children. I cant forget to mention the 100's of bag of empty chip bags underneath. Ive always followed in my dads foot steps when it comes to electronics, and electrical. |
| To be continued.... |
| Dedicated to my Dad |