They’re a funny thing; for most, they’re a way to get from point A to point B. Judging from how much overlap there is between car culture and guitar culture though, I’m sure most of us here swing on the side of at least having a passing interest in cars, if not considering yourself a full blown car guy. For me, my relationship with cars has been off and on, since I grew up around it, even though I have not worked on them until recently. My grandpa has had a huge impact, since his hobby was working on and maintaining his pride and joy, a ‘47 Ford coupe he rebuilt from the ground up. Why do I say my relationship was off and on? Starting out young, I loved his old coupe, and that branched into me playing games like Forza, Need for Speed, and The Crew. Once I got serious about guitar, that former hobby of learning about cars got put to the wayside. So much so that when I was approached by my grandparents at the age of 15 (around the time i joined this forum) for them to help me find an old muscle car to restore, I foolishly turned them down as I was dug too deep into music, and felt I didn’t have the time. Not long after that, my grandpa had gotten prostate cancer as he had served in the Vietnamese war and loaded agent orange into planes. His declining help made me realize (and regret) my decision to turn them down as I could have learned how to do anything from paint a car to installing engines. Fast forward to today. He is currently living at home with my grandma, but he can’t work on and maintain the old coupe anymore. My grandma got upset that it was just sitting in the garage dormant and rotting, and wanted it driven, so she gave it to my mom with the intentions of me receiving it when the time is right. Knowing what I know now, this car is the coolest Camaro you’d ever see. Pretty much, the only thing about this car that is Ford is the ‘47 body that my grandpa painted and rebuilt in his garage, made all the more impressive by the fact that he is 100% colorblind. It’s riding on an 80s Camaro frame and has a Chevy 305 small block V8 with a Hurst 3 speed automatic. Honestly, the fact that his car is in my garage and that I can drive it is mind blowing to me. I remember being very, very young and riding in it at parades and Santa somehow coming to our house in my grandpas car that he talked my grandpa into letting him borrow, all the while listening to The Beatles and The Rolling Stones while cruising on main street. It’s bittersweet, as while I can drive this amazing car, my grandpa can no longer work on or drive his pride and joy. With that being said, here is a link to an album with more pictures, and what is your relationship with cars?