[68longhorn]

Back in 1988 my dad bought a 1937 Chevy that would one day be mine. He worked for the phone company and saw it while climbing a pole one day. He went over to ask about it and ended up buying it. Its tags died in 84 and hadn't been driven for a little while because the owner hit a pothole which knocked a headlight trim ring and lens out and loosened a kingpin according to the owner. here is my sister and I with the car in 1988...



The car was put in a garage and stored until about 5 years ago when it was moved from one garage to another and then around thanksgiving I finally brought the car home. The car is mostly rust free but mice have had a field day with the interior and wiring.