Rayj53
04-24-2009, 08:48 AM
What a great place...
After coming to this site for ever, I finally joined.
My name is Ray and I have 1953 Ford Customline.
My two boy's and I went to a little Mom and Pop Drag strip tucked away in the hills of Tennessee one night and as we drove in I saw this Cherry red 53 ford on a flatbed trailer parked in the pit area. I told my boy's "My Father had one like that when I was a Kid back in Texas but he sold it when I was a Teen" so we went over to look at it just to bring back memories since my Father had just passed away about a year earlier. The car was for sale so we talked to the guy who owned it and told him how my Father had one just like it only his was green. I told him I didn't have the money to buy it and wished him luck in selling it. As I went to shake his hand he asked me my name, I told him and he got the strangest look on his face, then said "You gotta see this" and went to the car and got two receipts from the glove box and handed them to me. The receipts were for a 6V battery; it wouldn't hold a charge and was return for another. The receipts were signed by my Father, Raymond Sr. After 20 years, the car found me... Needless to say, I got the Money, did a little trading and got the car back. I'm doing all the thing with my boy's that My Father and I did with this car in my childhood. Talk about full circle.
After coming to this site for ever, I finally joined.
My name is Ray and I have 1953 Ford Customline.
My two boy's and I went to a little Mom and Pop Drag strip tucked away in the hills of Tennessee one night and as we drove in I saw this Cherry red 53 ford on a flatbed trailer parked in the pit area. I told my boy's "My Father had one like that when I was a Kid back in Texas but he sold it when I was a Teen" so we went over to look at it just to bring back memories since my Father had just passed away about a year earlier. The car was for sale so we talked to the guy who owned it and told him how my Father had one just like it only his was green. I told him I didn't have the money to buy it and wished him luck in selling it. As I went to shake his hand he asked me my name, I told him and he got the strangest look on his face, then said "You gotta see this" and went to the car and got two receipts from the glove box and handed them to me. The receipts were for a 6V battery; it wouldn't hold a charge and was return for another. The receipts were signed by my Father, Raymond Sr. After 20 years, the car found me... Needless to say, I got the Money, did a little trading and got the car back. I'm doing all the thing with my boy's that My Father and I did with this car in my childhood. Talk about full circle.