Sometimes important and significant life events can be summed up and eternally linked to a single moment in time. Such is the case in regard to my fascination and obsession with 1955 Chevy Bel-Air .
At the time, I did not have a clue of what was actually happening. What I remember is that the year was around 1964. I was approximately 8 years old, the youngest of 5 children, living in a house void of any indoor plumbing, and my oldest brother came home very excited, ecstatic to be privy to a secret that none of us other children even had the slightest clue about. Well, as it turned out, our father was getting a “new” car. In that time, in our family, new meant used, but still new to us. So yes, the excitement began to spread to us other children. But still, my brother was holding on to a additional bit of information that was really exceptional and super cool about this car. Well, I was too young to really know what made a car cool other than either it was a Stingray or it wasn’t. And with a family of seven, I knew it wasn’t a Stingray. So what was the big deal? Back in that day, and, in our economic situation, treats were simple thing like sharing a soda or some 2-for-a-penny cookies. Well, the other kids and I had to give our brother our portion of a bottled drink to get him to share the rest of the information. And then he told us… THE NEW CAR HAD SIGNAL LIGHTS! Like wow! I knew enough to know that Dad usually stuck his left arm out the window to signal a turn, but a flashing light was a cool, but previously unimaginable concept to me! And, the fancy new technology came to our home in the form of a 4-door, 1955 Chevrolet Bel-Air. I later learned that it had a 6 cylinder engine and automatic transmission, but that was an afterthought. This thing had signal lights! It’s a wonder we didn’t break the lever flipping that sucker, even with the key off. Now, what really happened back then is that being the youngest child, I thought the world of my oldest brother ( I still do ) and when he was so fascinated by this 1955 Chevy Bel-Air, I was fascinated also, not realizing that that even planted the seed for me to eventually own and restore my own 1955 Chevy Bel-Air. I bought my car in 1984, so my Dad did have opportunities to see, ride in, and enjoy the car before he passed. My oldest brother thinks that my car is cool , but I am sure it doesn’t rank anywhere near my Dad’s 55. But my Dad and my brother sparked an interest and planted a seed, and, that’s why, to this day, I think that the 1955 Chevrolet Bel-Air is the greatest car ever built. That’s why I own a 1955 Bel-Air.