Okay, so I'm going to get a little heavy on you all today. This would have been my Dad's 61st birthday. I'm not one to make a thread about something like this, so I thought I would just post in here because I can relate to people in this thread better than most people on Neogaf and sometimes it is easier to talk from behind a screen.
For the last few years I've worked on cars with my Dad in his shop. On February 1st we were finishing up a motor swap in his 1 ton Chevy wrecker and we needed a distributor rotor to get it running. My Dad drove to town to go get this small, cheap little part and he was killed in a wreck.
He was driving a machine that we built, though I can't take too much credit, he was always the brain behind the build. This is what we lovingly called "The Combine."
It was the cab of an old Massey-Harris Combine on a frame he custom built, with a 500 cubic inch Cadillac that had three 4-barrel carburetors. It rode on factory 3/4 ton Ford truck axles and had power rack and pinion steering. That picture was taken on Texas Motor Speedway at a Goodguys car show. He had driven it thousands of miles and had it up to 100 mph on the Texas track, but he always drove the speed limit out on the road.
From what I know of the wreck he simply got the right side wheels off the road in a bad place and hit an embankment, bringing the wheels off the ground and causing the Combine to roll. He might have been distracted and taken his eyes off the road. He was also a diabetic and it's possible that he could have passed out if his blood sugar was too low.
We took the Combine to a lot of car shows, it won about a dozen trophies, and it was hard to believe how much attention it got. People flocked to it, and never seemed to notice the cars sitting beside it. My Dad loved sitting back and watching people's reactions. It always brought a smile to their face and that may have been what he liked most.
My Dad was the most incredible man I ever knew. He could do anything. If he didn't know how he would figure it out. We'd roll a car in the shop and he'd make a few measurements and then fire up the torch and cut the frame in half, without hesitation because he knew he could fit and weld a subframe to it. He worked harder than anyone I'd ever seen, seven days a week. Loading trailers full of scrap metal for days on end in the summer heat. Pulling cars apart. Cutting, welding, wrenching, painting.
When I was little we built a snowman. A little while later we got in his truck and did donuts in the snow. When we came back to the house I wanted to hit the snowman with the truck. He gunned it and we wiped the snowman out. It busted the grille out of his truck but he didn't care, because I thought it was the coolest thing ever.
When I got a little older I was a huge Jeff Gordon fan. My dad was building a truck and decided to track down the specific paint codes for Gordon's race car and painted the truck all by himself:
At some point I saw the movie Smokey and the Bandit. I wanted that black Trans Am so bad. I was so young that I didn't realize my Dad had one until I saw it later, (it happened to be a 79 instead of a 77) My Dad told me if I kept good grades, stayed out of trouble and put the work into it that it would be mine. The car had been wrecked in the driver's side and my Dad cut the car apart at the B-pillar and through the floor to replace the rear quarter and structure. You'd have to pull up the carpeting and see the welds to tell.
I was afraid after what happened that I might be afraid of cars or driving, but if anything it has made me want to carry on my Dad's legacy and I hope to have some cool things to share in the next couple months. And when I'm in my car driving down the road by myself I think of all the work we put into it, together, and there's no place I'd rather be.
My Dad taught me everything I know. He was my best friend and I'm so grateful that I was able to spend so much time with him. My parents and I are Christians, and the only thing that makes this any easier is having faith that I will see him again in the next life. As John 3:16 says: "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." And as David said after the death of his son in 2nd Samuel 12:23, "I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me."
So until then.