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Member, 53, from St. Louis, MO
- Ken W was last seen:
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- Aug 2, 1966 (Age: 53)
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- St. Louis, MO
- Full-time father, ex dj, ex hydraulic and welding
I've been into hot rods and customs since I was a wee one. In high school I helped a buddy build up a 69 camaro, but the $3.25/hour I made slinging big macs only paid for incidentals and the insurance on my dad's '67 Buick Special. I broke that car almost every week. And every weekend my dad would show me how to fix it. We always had to get it running by monday because it was his daily driver. Bear in mind this is the early 80's.
'57 Chevy Bel air 2dr hardtop mild custom (half-done)
'48 Chevy Truck chopped, bagged, shaved, '60 dash, '54 bed, flat black, IROC drive train
'92 Plymouth Voyager (The reason I can never buy a new mopar ever again. If I ever meet Mr. Iacocca in p
I was never able to afford more than models and magazines as I paid for my own collidge ejukayshun and room and beer at Mizzou. Since I made the mistake of majoring in Journalism, and I worked for beans as a DJ at an AM oldies station, I wasn't able to afford a hot rod after college either. Even if I'd found a $500 heap-o-crap, where would I have put it? I was this close to living under a bridge.
Throttle forward to present and I'm married to my high school sweetheart (who taught me how to "park" in the afforementioned '67 Buick), and I stay home with our pair of little hot rod punks and a half-done 57 coupe in the garage. My wife works out-of-town most of the week which pays the bills (like the $800 I spent on original '54 'vette grilles to make one with 17 teeth), but really eliminates any free time.
When my nest is empty, I'd love to turn my maniacal obsession with Kustoms and rods into a second career. Problem is, there really isn't much demand for that sort of insanity in the St. Louis area. We seem to love our cars uncut, and (over)restored to stock like God and Henry Ford and the General intended, or we go the other way with engine covers and painted underneath until they're too pretty to actually drive.
I'll even cop to it myself. The reason my 57 coupe aint on the road yet is because I just had to pull the body off and pay the local tri-five expert to make the metal perfect and spray on a precious 2-tone of teal and pearl I mixed myself. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not gonna let anyone make me feel badly about it either. It's who I am. Sue me for being a little bit of a perfectionist.