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In the 1970 Chevelle SS there was the motor called the 396 Big Block. This was a big motor, and a fast one too. Put a supercharger on one of those and you would be doing wheelies off the line.
We had a wooden canopy my dad made next to our trailer. We called it “the garage.” It was hot in the Utah summer and cold in the Utah winter, but hey, at least we didn’t get wet in the rain. Well, at least we didn’t get totally wet. The roof in that warped, shanty garage leaked pretty badly. Sometimes I think we spent more time on top of that thing working on it than we spent working on my Camaro or my dad’s old blue 1969 Ford truck inside of it.
I remember pulling the Camaro into that shantytown garage for the first time. I had some trouble because it had no power steering or power breaks, but I managed. I got out of the car and said, “Are you sure dad? Its pretty beat up.”
He looked at me and smiled “So am I, but you don’t see me complainin’ like your mom did ‘fore she up and left,” he said jokingly.
We started taking off the fenders and little by little. We had the car taken completely apart. It took 2 weeks in all to completely dismember that old Chevy. I had worked on the car all night by myself. Dad had to work, he didn’t make much at the old mechanic shop, but it was just enough to make a living. Well… almost. He was in some pretty big debt still. I was worried they might reposes the trailer we lived in, it was actually a nice trailer, nicer than the ones around it anyway. It was big and black; it had 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom with a full size bathtub and shower. I liked that place.
I turned the wrench and turned it again, and again, and again. My arm was getting sore from turning it so many times. I didn’t really have that many friends, I just kind of kept to myself. There was only three things I ever did, and they were school, work, and Camaro. Eating and sleeping came during one of those three things. I had straight A’s even though I slept through most of my classes. I did especially well in classes like auto mechanics and human biology. I guess the reason I did so well in my auto class was because I actually worked on a car. Most of the kids in that class were still working on the “righty tighty–lefty loosey” concept. Every shop day I would bring in my Camaro and the other kids would bring in the Audi daddy bought them for their birthday. I would rebuild my carburetor and put on a vortex intake, while they would wash their A4 or their VW Jetta.
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