Broken Ribs and Busted Pride

I mentioned before how my father's beloved Roadrunner was totaled on a rainy day when another driver hydroplaned and railed into him. He was busted up pretty good but managed to get out of the car and scream like hell at the other guy. He went to the hospital for some broken ribs.



When these pictures were taken, a passer by said something to the affect of "Wow! Did the guy driving that survive!?" To which my Dad replied, "You're looking at him!"



The impact forced the Roadrunner into the curb, breaking its rear wheel off.









And above is "the other guy's" car. After my father screamed and shouted, the man replied, "Well, if I can help you at all, I'm a priest." My father being a good Catholic was shocked to realize that he had just unwittingly cursed out a priest.

More Old Pics

I know the above pic is a repeat but it is one of my all time favorite photos of my Dad's friends and his Roadrunner.



Dad at work.



That's Mom leaning on my father's second Roadrunner. The first (and fastest) one was totaled when another car hydroplaned on a rainy day and t-boned him cracking his ribs and his pride. He planned to build this one up like the previous one but lost patience with it and bought a Charger. I will be searching the photo albums and old shoeboxes on my next visit to my parents' house in hopes of finding some shots of the Charger.

I've been inspired by American Wind to dig up more old family pics. It's just good to know and remember where you're from.

Dad's Cars

I imagine that was a lot of fun in the snow.







My Dad had some cool cars. He had a few bikes too but I can't seem to find pictures of those. Enjoy some photos from a simpler time. A time before onboard diagnostics. A time when cars had muscle and sounded like thunder.

the fugitives '67

this is a photo of my dad's band from the 60's. a bunch of greasers playing surf rock. he is the drummer. i play drums now in a couple of bands. i have a legacy to live up to.