Hi Everybody
I'm new to this site and I am very happy to be part of this family.
I guess everyone has a fond memory of their first Car and the a thrill of ownership - building - customizing it and going for it first Show Down = Race.
I want to share my true story that takes place in Newark New Jersey 1967.
I came from a family of 11 brothers and sisters and living in a town that had just months to live. That did not bother us cause we were used to it.
And we had something new to distract our attention.........
My story is titled "The Last Flight of the New Yorker"
Its about my brother's first car - a 1958 Chrysler New Yorker that packed a HEMI and me as his younger brother who knew nothing about cars and was going to find out that this faded blue bomb was going to become a legend.
At first I looked at this monster that my brother bought as nothing but an out dated big finned behemoth that was totally out of date in 1967
I was more concerned to keep my brother Jacques(Jack) out of trouble with this new so called Super Car of his?
I want to share my story of this true account with all the folks of this fine site - Anyone who loved the Music - Car Culture - Fast Races - Close Calls
and beating the odds will love this story
Please Click on to this Link and Hold on Tight - Cause there are No Seat Belts
Here is a little Preview of what it in the story
Jacques Started cruising the Ave.
I tried to strike up a conversation to settle Jacques down.
All of a sudden Jacques sees something ahead.
He starts waving in and around slower traffic ahead of him.
(Sort of like a Cheetah weeding out the heard looking for a kill)
I spotted it a half a block ahead, slowing down for the changing light.
It was a Sleek Low to the ground fully decked out 1960 White Pontiac Bonneville.
This thing looked wicked and loaded with all the right do-dads, Rear fender skirts – Twin Antennas on the back trunk - Side Pipes, Spinners on all four wheels and the Lettering Flanking the front quarter panel in Black reading RESPECT!
Its Gloss white Paint "Glisten" in the Florescent lights from the Ave.
It was the "Millennium Falcon Star Cruiser"
To Myself I said NO! Not this car!! It going to make Jacques ride look like a "Hay Wagon"!
It's gleaming shinning profile, it's low to the ground grouse and the sweet sound resonating from it's twin side pipes had me convince that this car might be too much to take on.
I then looked at Jacques to see if he did not notice this challenge.
Jacques went from a mild manner Clark Kent to this Street Gun Fighter.
A serious look came to his face – His Thick Black rimmed glasses looked like Phase Array Radar that had locked in on the Bonnie.
As we pulled up right next to the Bonnie door handle to door handle
I looked at my buddy Jim – acknowledging It was on!
Again Thanks to the Site Admin for providing this fine sit and letting us share our stories.
Personal Note: I love going to Car shows and seeing all the fine Cars, be it Customs - Original - Work of Art - it is so impressive to see these Time Capsules of American past in flowing sheet metal - What I hold most dear is the people that these car belong to,
These are the last great Americans from an era that will never be again!
I say God Bless them all - when they all go to that big Car Hop in the Sky America will never be the same - so lets enjoy it while we can.
God Bless America
John Desranleau - Flanders New Jersey
johndesranleau@hotmail.com
I'm new to this site and I am very happy to be part of this family.
I guess everyone has a fond memory of their first Car and the a thrill of ownership - building - customizing it and going for it first Show Down = Race.
I want to share my true story that takes place in Newark New Jersey 1967.
I came from a family of 11 brothers and sisters and living in a town that had just months to live. That did not bother us cause we were used to it.
And we had something new to distract our attention.........
My story is titled "The Last Flight of the New Yorker"
Its about my brother's first car - a 1958 Chrysler New Yorker that packed a HEMI and me as his younger brother who knew nothing about cars and was going to find out that this faded blue bomb was going to become a legend.
At first I looked at this monster that my brother bought as nothing but an out dated big finned behemoth that was totally out of date in 1967
I was more concerned to keep my brother Jacques(Jack) out of trouble with this new so called Super Car of his?
I want to share my story of this true account with all the folks of this fine site - Anyone who loved the Music - Car Culture - Fast Races - Close Calls
and beating the odds will love this story
Please Click on to this Link and Hold on Tight - Cause there are No Seat Belts
Here is a little Preview of what it in the story
Jacques Started cruising the Ave.
I tried to strike up a conversation to settle Jacques down.
All of a sudden Jacques sees something ahead.
He starts waving in and around slower traffic ahead of him.
(Sort of like a Cheetah weeding out the heard looking for a kill)
I spotted it a half a block ahead, slowing down for the changing light.
It was a Sleek Low to the ground fully decked out 1960 White Pontiac Bonneville.
This thing looked wicked and loaded with all the right do-dads, Rear fender skirts – Twin Antennas on the back trunk - Side Pipes, Spinners on all four wheels and the Lettering Flanking the front quarter panel in Black reading RESPECT!
Its Gloss white Paint "Glisten" in the Florescent lights from the Ave.
It was the "Millennium Falcon Star Cruiser"
To Myself I said NO! Not this car!! It going to make Jacques ride look like a "Hay Wagon"!
It's gleaming shinning profile, it's low to the ground grouse and the sweet sound resonating from it's twin side pipes had me convince that this car might be too much to take on.
I then looked at Jacques to see if he did not notice this challenge.
Jacques went from a mild manner Clark Kent to this Street Gun Fighter.
A serious look came to his face – His Thick Black rimmed glasses looked like Phase Array Radar that had locked in on the Bonnie.
As we pulled up right next to the Bonnie door handle to door handle
I looked at my buddy Jim – acknowledging It was on!
Again Thanks to the Site Admin for providing this fine sit and letting us share our stories.
Personal Note: I love going to Car shows and seeing all the fine Cars, be it Customs - Original - Work of Art - it is so impressive to see these Time Capsules of American past in flowing sheet metal - What I hold most dear is the people that these car belong to,
These are the last great Americans from an era that will never be again!
I say God Bless them all - when they all go to that big Car Hop in the Sky America will never be the same - so lets enjoy it while we can.
God Bless America
John Desranleau - Flanders New Jersey
johndesranleau@hotmail.com