My Old Man The Car Guy - ChicagoNow (blog)
My father is the quintessential “car guy”, he was a diesel mechanic by trade (trained by the US Navy, employed by Chicago Transit Authority), but he ate, drank and lived cars. I have fully inherited the car gene, I’ve owned 8 cars in 21 years of driving (only one was totaled), and currently have my dad’s last car in my garage. But I often think of “back in the day”, living in West Pullman and our garage being not just a storage place for two cars and some tools but a place where cars were actively worked on, improved and at times made to go fast. My father owned an array of cars, I’ll try to name them all, I know he started off with an early 50’s Chevrolet that legend has it was run over by a garbage truck in the alley behind his Wabash Ave childhood home. I know after his honorable discharge from the Navy he bought a new Ford Falcon that he often drag raced at the old US 30 Drag way in Indiana. But I think my dad’s favorite car was a his new 1972 Buick Electra 225 (aka Deuce & a Quarter), he bought it new and had up until I was born a few years later and then bought his first truck, the first vehicle I remember, a 1976 GMC Sierra pickup... And then we had those tremendous late 70’s winters (much like what we just went though the last few months), and my father bought a new 1979 GMC Sierra pickup truck that was black with the. Source: www.chicagonow.com
