Johnny was 10 year old in '52. An older kid across the street had a T-Bucket...most likely a flatty-powered-built-from-the-local-wrecking-yard jewel that started young Johnny down the Hot Rod road that we're all on today. His first ride was a '56 Chevy convertible. As a freshman at Auburn, he talked (coerced?) my grandfather into buying him one of, if not THE first Impala Super Sports in the area from Valley Chevrolet...a 348, 3x2, four speed, coupe. They traded the '56 in on it. My grandfather said "...you could drop the clutch in fourth gear and spin the tires all the way up the street. The bag boys at the grocery store would fight to carry the groceries out for your grandmother just to see the car with the stick in the floor…" During his time in the Air Force in the '60s, Johnny owned a string of big-block Corvettes that began with a '65 396 and included a '68 427/400 and ended with two '72s that were stolen in a week's time. Later on had a Gen3 IROC and a C4. But his love of that first ol' T-Bucket started it all. That first love came back into his life in the mid '90s... he happened upon a well-built turtle deck kit that was for sale. "Guy won it in a poker game" he told me. It was a repop frame/glass bucket outfitted with a chrome, dropped axle and 18” spokes up front. Out back it had 14x10 slotted "mags" sporting L-60-14 rubber. Power was from a "late" Chevy six banger that was hopped up with some compression, a hot cam, roller rockers, and dual valve springs. Induction is through dual Holley two barrels. A six into two header/sidepipe setup uses two glasspacks and turnouts in front of the left rear tire. An aluminum flywheel/clutch fed the power through a close-ratio Muncie driving a '55 Chevy rear axle outfitted with wheelie bars. The fiberglass body features the turtle deck rear and a cut down windshield that leans back just a hair. The saddle interior features Stewart Warner gages in the dash and a Hurst Competition Plus shifter with bench seat style stick. He loved the little car and drove it whenever he could...he probably spent more time cleaning it than driving it! He said "he loved it most because it was like driving a one car parade! Everyone looks and smiles, waves, gives you a thumbs up... it draws a crowd wherever you stop." Johnny passed away four years ago and, after an ugly court battle over his stuff, I got the T-Bucket. She's been sitting in a garage in his suburban Maryland home since early 2016. My son and I fetched it home to Tennessee in April of this year beginning our journey of putting Dad's T back on the road. I'm a muscle car / sports car kind of guy so this is new to me. Stay tuned for progress and help as we go along? Thanks!