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By Bob Brandenburg - Photos by David Graves

My love for cars all started back in the late ‘60s. One of my friends knew all about engines and another painted well, so together we purchased, fixed up and sold numerous cars during our latter high school and early college years. Our collection contained the likes of a ‘64 Nova, a ‘69 Camaro, two ‘57 Chevys, a ‘69 GTO, a ‘64 Malibu and so many others I don’t even remember them all. Oh, if we had only kept one or two of them! Unfortunately, when I entered the Army in the early 70’s, my hobby fell by the wayside.

It only took about 30 years for the desire to slither its way back into my blood stream. I started looking for a car “to tinker with” about seven years ago. I spent the better part of two years trying to find that, not-too-good, but not-too-bad, 1957 Chevy. I had actually given up the hunt and was about to purchase a new sports car when I received a call from a friend that knew I was in the market. He had seen a 57 on a street in Plano, Texas, with a ‘For Sale’ sign in the window. After doing a little pondering, I decided to call. When I talked to the owner, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to sell the car, but given the choice by his wife to pick one toy, he picked the Harley. I was there by that afternoon just to look at the car. It was in pretty good condition, but with my time limited, I asked if I could return the next day. This time, I brought a friend along that also had classic car interests, for a second opinion. We studied the car, test drove it, and then I wrote him a check!

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