I actually married a car person. Her brothers were building hot cars and the only way I could hang out at their shop was if I had a hotrod, was buidling a hotrod, or was part of the family. I was building a hotrod but it was so brutal compared to theirs that the option was to date the cute sister.
Best thing I ever did. She's been my best bud and partner forever.
So she is anxiously awaiting the completion of the 70 SS Chevelle, the twin to the one I sold to her surprise and my grief, many years ago. Yep, big block, 4 speed, smoky burn outs and all.
Although she latched onto her 740i pretty quickly when I left the purchase of her commute car up to her so hmmmmmm, you might have something there after all.
I just remember reading an article in the local newspaper several years back where a fellow was restoring one and commented that it was several thousand dollars to redo the brakes.
I do know of a fellow in our area who has taken a mid fifties Bentley that was a real beauty and popped the power train out, installed a C5 Corvette engine, an OD tranny, and uses it for their holiday trips. This keeps getting better the more I think about it.
Actually, I do need to get her Chevelle done BECAUSE just on Monday a 1957
Olds 88 2 door Hardtop, original owner, excellent condition, showed up for sale locally. Of all the 567 GM cars, including my own Poncho, I love the Oldsmobiles. There's just something about them - tough yet slinky looking. Then the Caddy, then my Pontiac. I already have it in my sights but it will be long gone by the time I get her car done if I even get it out the door this summer.
And given I currently can't drive, and I don't have anywhere to properly "hide" it, well, you get the situation.
But I can see that Olds out front of the Flying Cloud, slammed on airbags, a set of wide whites and wires or flippers, good tunes happening and I get all sweaty when those thoughts cross my mind.