1957 "Fuelie" Corvette

[Mobius]

This Guy Still Driving His Unrestored 1957 Corvette Has Life Figured Out

[ZORA 69]

Thank You Mobius, This was posted the other day BUT, I can not get enough of it and watched the video again and enjoyed it more the second time. Brought even more memories that I have forgotten. THANK YOU SO MUCH Mobius

[John]

It is absolute a two-time or more video. Thanks Mobius. There is a reverse video that I am not finding now, about this person who always found another valid reason to hold off and not buy his Corvette, and you watch as his life unfolds, decade by decade with one more reason to never buy it, until when at the very end of his life, it is about his massive regret for always holding off on his dream purchase. It is very sad, but oh so valid, that ****, life is short and at some point, one needs to enjoy it.

My Dad lost his Dad early, lived through the Great Depression, and always worked to pitch in on the family barely-surviving business to help his family literally eat and have a roof over their heads and when he made it to the lower middle class in his late thirties, and then he started to always had one, though inexpensive, cigar after Sunday main meal — as his reward for his busting his butt all week long for the rest of us. He got his first new car when he was 44 (a stripped down 1956 Chevy 150 with only one option, a heater (thank to my Mom for we lived in New York State). Finally, later in life he would allow himself a few more niceties. I will never forget when we were in high school and he announced the night he got a major promotion, that “we will now be able to have meat for dinner seven days a week.” To him, that was his “arrival” — to where he wanted to be in his life. A great man!

[Mobius]

I think your father and mine would have gotten along very well, John.

I learned the value of hard work and perseverance from him, and always had to work for the money to buy my "toys" - like my first Suzuki dirt bike at age 12, that I bought from my paper route money. Then my first new Suzuki street bike that I bought while in high school, from money saved from making furniture at a local shop afterschool over the previous Winter.

Then my first Corvette, purchased a year after wrapping-up graduate school.

My dad had a great sense of humor, and was very popular because of it. I'm the youngest of five children, and my mother was close to 40 when I was born back in the early 60s. I do remember eating dinner one night with the family, and asking mom and dad, "Since you had me so late in life, getting into the risky child-bearing years, was I a mistake?".

Dad thought on it for a second, and then said confidently, "Looking back on it, I'd say you were all mistakes", followed-up by a wink.

Needless to say, we all got a good laugh from that one.