I am blessed to have my grandfathers 1957 Chevrolet 150. We grew up in Alabama. My grandparents had a house on hwy 31 just south of Birmingham. Grandpa was an engineer with L & N Railroad and he would travel to Memphis or Nashville during the week and work, taking the train home on Fridays to spend the weekend with his family. My uncle originally bought the 150 for him and they tell me it was his pride and joy. As a child, my favorite memory was going fishing with grandpa....me STANDING UP in the front seat of the car, stopping at the bait shop along the way to get some worms. Sometimes after we would go fishing, the car would be dusty so he would let me wash it when we got home. I was only 7-8 years old at the time and I can remember watching the water roll down the back of the trunk off of those fins.
Grandpa died in 1969 but the car stayed in his garage. Thankfully, a windowless cinderblock garage, that managed to stay cool despite the hot Alabama summers. My uncle took over maintenance and care of the car, did some minor restoration which included a low budget paint job and an engine rebuild. Upon his passing in the mid 90's, the car came to me after having sat for 5 years without being driven with only 69k miles!
One of the things that I love to think about when I am driving is all the hands from members of my family that have been on that steering wheel. 2 uncles, their wives, 2 aunts and their husbands, both my grandparents, my parents, my wife, my three kids and of course, me.The car is your basic model with no radio so when you are driving there is not much to do but think! I think about all those family members that have driven this car. It makes it even more special!
I have just had some additional restoration done on the 57, with strict instructions to the shop, "Dont replace the steering wheel." I like knowing that my hands are holding onto the same steering wheel that my grandfather held onto some 55 years ago!