Thanks to Terry Johnson, I have been introduced to the “Friday at 11 Club.” You may recognize Terry’s name – he owns the all original 1940 Lincoln Continental that I was able to reference when I restored mine. I am not sure this Friday group has a name, but it is an interesting informal group of … Read more
At long last, my number came up in the sewing shop, and the 1962 Pontiac, or “Bluebird,” will get its interior. I had to make a decision on the color of the upholstery. I thought about a nice light tan to go with the bright blue paint and was promptly informed by the upholsterer, Chris … Read more
It has been a busy month, so I thought I would give the gearheads among you a quick update on my progress with the restomod of the 1962 Pontiac Catalina. As a refresher, a “restomod” is where you take an old car and install new mechanicals. For my Pontiac, the donor was stripped totally bare … Read more
Enough talk about wandering bad bugs named after a Mexican beer. Let’s dismiss them for the moment and shift to more pleasant thoughts, such as gears and grease! In my last blog, I revealed that I obtained a 1962 Pontiac Catalina for a restomod. I refer to it as a “Poncho,” which I (as the … Read more
With all apologies to Clint Eastwood, I thought it might be nice to start off the new year by considering how the automotive enthusiast admires not only the appearance of the engine that powers the cars that we drive daily but also the cars that we restore. To the average car buyer, the car has … Read more
The Culture of Car Clubs Over many years I have belonged to several car clubs. This includes Corvette, Chrysler, early Ford and now Lincoln Continentals. Each club has its own personality and a variation of how a local dealership responds to the presence of a club devoted to their brand. A dealership exists to sell … Read more
April is the welcome return of warm weather after the cold winter. Not sure how it started but April first became known as “April Fool’s Day.” A day when you try to fool others with foolish pranks. One the earliest I remember was to call my mother to come look at the robins on the … Read more