55 Chevy

I had a deju vue moment this week. I was coming home from the east on State Route 28 and this blue and white 55 Chevy pulled out of Greene Road in front of me.

It looked identical to the one I owned in the 60's except it looked better than new! I had to see this car so I was willing to follow it anywhere but it turned into a driveway as quick as it turned in front of me.

Out came Cecil! Cecil owns the local Marathon station across the street. I knew he had a Corvette but I didn't know he had a 55. He said he always wanted one and just found this one near Franklin, Ohio. I asked if I could take pictures and of course he said, sure!

The body is perfect on it and he said it must have been an Arizona car. It had been recently restored and I wouldn't change a thing except the "Ethiopian Go Fasters" on the tail pipes. Does anyone know what they are?

I got to thinking I never kept any of the machinery I loved. I never really became attached to them. I sold my favorite car, my favorite tractors, about anything of value when I needed something better with the money than that item represented.

I had a blast in that 55. It was fast for a car of its age and model. That came from the 283 cubic inch motor I put in it from a wrecked 57. That engine turned out to be a Corvette F.I. or fuel injection engine and when my mechanic friend figured out how to tune a Rochester 4 barrel carburetor, that engine screamed.

The three speed transmission and rear end were perfectly matched to that engine's power and torque. I had many a winning drag race in that car and rarely got beat because I was careful who I raced. When I learned I could beat a stock 383 Chrysler, that car got a reputation. Engines it's size never beat it.

That car hung around Sardinia for many years when my classmate Randy Vance got hold of it from the guy I sold it to.

It never looked as good as this car but this is how my old car looked from a distance.

Ed