My first car, in 1960 was a 1939 Ford businessman's Coupe. We brought it home in Boxes and crates on a trailer.
This is the car where I spoke about my biggest mistake. Almost dropped the engine/tranny on my head.

I was 13 at the time.

I spent two years learning how to work on every part of that car and rebuilding it. We had a donor car for parts.




Not mine but it looked exactly like it except for the rear wheel skirt fairings. My interior was dark blue button tucked.

I was always amazed at the power of that flat head V/8. And once, when I ran out of gas, I got it home climbing hills on the starter and rolling down the other side.
Trunk was big enough to put eight foot lumber inside.

In 1964, I came home one day from school to find it gone. Dad had sold it to a dirt track racer in order to make the house payment. I had to start all over again with the family Pontiac. A 56 Starchief, four door hard top with over 140K on the clock. Nice 316 motor though. Bored it out to 352 CUID with a huge four barrel Rochester carb. I dissassembled the car to the frame and restored and repainted every part of the car. Reassembled it, new interior, and drove it for years. It stayed in the family unitl 1980 so each of my four brothers had their turn at it.