BACKFIRE

PROPS TO THE PARENTS!

I thoroughly enjoy HMM every month, especially the letters that regularly evoke a lot of memories for me. Perhaps mine will do the same for some of your readers.

My father passed away several years ago, and I helped move my mother back to Seattle from Oregon. I pulled a box of pictures from their house, and recently had a chance to go through it. I came across two photos of my parents’ garage, which were probably taken around 1980 or so. It made me realize just how much they put up with, as my friends and I constantly monopolized that space for our various automotive experiments. We were one of the few families back then that actually had a garage.

Most of the homes had open driveways, or maybe a carport at best. Because of this, my friends would always make their way over to my parents’ house to work on their cars.

Mine is the ’71 Mustang with the front end off. It was in the process of getting its 302 transplanted for a 429 CJ. I actually still have this car. The ’70 Z28