BuckyB93 wrote:This brings me back to my childhood. Growing up, a neighbor family about 3 houses down lived couple grease monkeys. Lars and Glen Gustufsson, (no lie, I couldn't couldn't invent a more Nordic name). They towered over 6 feet in stature.
They would buy cars at auction and fix them up and flip them. Doing the mechanical work, body work and painting all in their garage. I remember them doing a Mustang, Chevelle, Firebird (Smokey and the Bandit), Duster, Camaro... among others. Also in the neighborhood was a guy, Carl, that made a living on rebuilding carburetors.
If anyone in the neighborhood that had car problems... just call the Gustufssons and/or Carl. Pay for the parts and a case of beer for labor.
It was fun growing up with some grease monkeys as neghibors.
Reminds me of three brothers I went to grade school and high school with. Harold, Darrell and Larry Christopherson. All were big, mean and red headed and would fight with anybody they could find. Iffn they couldn't find anybody they fought each other constantly. Their father worked for the railroad and was killed on the job in some sort of accident when they were young and at age 18 they each were given a large inheritance.
Larry, my age, took his money and immediately bought a funny car, one of the first in Arizona. He ran it for a couple of years in Az and the Southern California tracks. At that time I was part of a rat trap '55 Chevy gasser team (driver mainly) and we raced at Beeline Dragway near Phoenix. He went totally broke within a few years. Haven't heard from them since about 1970s.