Four years ago our '51 Pontiac Tin Woody wagon was totaled by some brain-dead redneck in an F150 4x4 looking at his cell phone, too busy to notice us with our blinkers and brake lights on waiting for traffic to clear to turn left. He hit us going approximately 50 mph in a 40. We got shoved into the car(s) we were waiting to clear, then the moron tried to assault me, the cops pulled him off. We rebuilt, not that one, it was wasted, but a '52 DeSoto wagon which is a nice substitute. Our lovely '34 Ford roadster I sold a month after the crash, being spooked about what would have happened had we been in that car. I replaced it as well, with an even smaller fiberglass bodied car, a '29 on Duece rails. I miss the '34 but I've always wanted a '29, and it really does drive nice, so I guess it's all OK. I needed something to do during the winter of 2020, after retirement and Covid, so there's that... (Edit: Sorry the photos loaded backwards, the crashed wagon was supposed to be first, then the '34, then the new stuff. Oh well...)
You've been through a lot Brian, and came out of it all pretty well. You've also built some very cool cars, I still kick myself for not buying that 34 when you put it up for sale. Your 28 is too cool...
I am sad for the Pontiac (life long Pontiac man), but you did a great job on the new wagon, it’s beautiful.
I was clipped in one of my daily drivers by a women looking at her phone. Luckily she only got the bumper and light on one side. People need to look where they are going. Thankfully you were not injured. It is a shame about the wagon, it was a beautiful car. Your replacement for it is a beauty too.
Yup, that's my dad, Rex. My mom had passed a month before that was taken, just after her 89th birthday, before the car was wrecked. Dad was 93, in very good health and active. In November that year, I took him to Florida to visit my aunt, his sister-in-law, whom he hadn't seen in 20 years, and then to New Orleans to spend the winter with the my sister and her husband. 3 weeks after he got there he contracted a respiratory virus that lead to pneumonia and was hospitalized. He seemed to be recovering from that, was going to be discharged, had a cardiac event early in the morning and passed away, 4 months after mom died. He was adrift without her. Then in March of course everything came to a screeching, grinding halt with Covid. It was a rough first year of retirement...
WAY TOO MANY "phone zombies" out there...........what a nice Pontiac; very sad indeed. Love the pics with your Dad and your VERY nice rides.
LOL, he went along for the ride, but wasn't what you'd call a "car guy". I'd always wanted a '34 because when I was about 13 or 14, hooked on Hot Rod magazine and Rod & Custom, he told me he felt that the best early Ford was a '34 roadster, as they looked more "sporty" than the later, larger '35's and '36's with their higher belt line. A rare glimpse into what he thought about cars...
I remember that accident. Just another bad deal in today's world. You and I retired about the same time. We're lucky to be alive.
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