I don’t hear enough people say these words as much as they should (or, if not the words specifically, I’m not hearing enough people express the sentiment(s) behind them!)…
My parents are awesome. Flat. Out. AWESOME.
I like to tease my father that he’s a “nerd” – he’s incredibly bright, meticulous, seems to be good at anything he puts his mind to. He is my idol in so many ways, and has taught me so much. So even though I tease him (isn’t that my purpose!?), the truth of it is…he’s a smartypants with sick STYLE.
Forget that he wears a badass biker chain attached to his heavy-weight, embossed leather wallet… And forget the crazy rad denim he wears… He also has a real “thing” for hot rods.
My father started fiddling around with engines around the tender age of eleven or twelve – he and my uncle would help neighbors and friends with various and sundry “car projects,” and fixes…so it’s fair to say he had “the bug,” and the drive to learn, early on.
In 2002, he extended his passion into a non profit, the American Hot Rod Foundation, with which I have had the pleasure of working for some years. Over that time, we’ve gone to countless shows, met incredible people…and seen a TON of g o r g e o u s vehicles. We are going out to Bowling Green in June or so, and since I haven’t been before, I am sure I will be snapping photos like mad.
We don’t really get to see a lot of hot rods around us – in part, the North Eastern weather patterns cut “daily driver” time down (rain and snow really aren’t ideal, much that the drivers protest!) So when he takes his out, they inevitably cause a stir. “What IS it?” some people actually ask…
They sound uh-mazing!
They LOOK badass… Pinstriped louvers, moon tank, chopped, channeled, white wall tires… whatever!
They even smell great!
Spring has finally graced us with her beauty, so the warmer weather means more bonding time with Daddy-O! Driving downtown to run errands is a BLAST in these babies (he favors 1932 Fords.) It’s an incredible treat, not only to ride around in one…but to have that time with my father, who is an amazing man…in SO many ways. And boy oh boy, does he have STYLE!