Happy Father's Day from the BoldRide team
I'll bet nearly all the BoldRide fans who are really nuts about cars can point to a person who fanned the flames of their automotive passions. For many of us, it was dear old dad. Whether it was taking us to car shows, fixing up the family car to save some cash, or reading bedtime stories consisting of 'Hot Rod' magazine articles, dad's have been passing along their love for cars as long as man has motored down the road. We thought it would be fitting to share a short story and extend a heartfelt "thanks" to all the fathers, and surrogate fathers, that bonded with us over cars.
My personal story begins as early as I can remember. Cars and my dad seemed to go hand-in-hand: working on cars on the weekend, taking road trips with his skilled hands behind the wheel, and watching the Indy 500 on a blanket in front of the TV. These are the fond memories that continue to spur on my love of cars and utter fascination with everything automotive.
Some people probably thought he was a little crazy, loving cars and devoting that much time and energy to them. Let's face it, sometimes it was hard to tell whether he loved them or hated them. I guess it depended on whether the cars were cooperating and how many trips to the local Pep Boys he had to make to get the part to fit. Either way, the one thing that came through was his passion.
While I curse the public school system that would force me to read Dickens "Great Expectations", there was hardly a day when I wouldn't pick up and at least thumb through a car magazine. They were everywhere in the house, and that's the way my dad and I loved it. I would use them to make planned modifications to his '70 Chevy Impala Convertible that would soon become mine, once I got a license. We worked hard on the old girl, and I was so proud when he finally handed me the keys. Much less proud when I foolishly wrecked it right before graduation. Sorry again, dad.
Now, when me and my little boy are adding to his ever-growing bucket of Hot Wheels, taking him to races, and pointing out cool cars on the drive to school, I get that same feeling of pride. My dad wasn't just sharing his love of cars with me, he was sharing who he was. Of the countless life-giving lessons I was taught by my father, most of them probably started with discussions about, were centered around, or happened under the hood of...cars.
So, to all you fathers out there "in love" with cars, keep on sharing the good AND the bad experiences (damn those GM starter motors!), and let it be a window into who you are. I'm sure glad my dad did that for me, and I'm thankful for the chance to do that with my boy as well. Happy Father's Day.[caption id="attachment_7664" align="aligncenter" width="574" caption="Enjoying himself on a weekend, my dad wrenching away on his '80s El Camino. Old faithful 1946 Lincoln-Zephyr under the cover in the background."]