The owners sit under the trees behind their cars. Wifes fiddle with freezer bags and cans while the men look at me shooting. They make no move to get up until I excuse myself and ask about the cars.
It is father and son who have come to Chatterbox from Washingtonville. Dad Bill Roosa has built cars since he was young. Trimmed, competed, driven in the streets, you name it. For the moment it’s all about the 34 Ford.
-Dad and Mom runs everywhere with it, said his son Mark who who rides in a Chevrolet Bel Air 1955.
Both cars have the same power sources. Sharpend Chevrolet small blocks.
Yes, but lately I have had to give in to my wife and mount mufflers, growls Bill.
He does not like it.
The cars are very vell put together and it shows that the mechanics have no problems finding the right tools in the garages. We walk around a few turns and stops. He’s growling again. The father can not let go about the silencers.
-These cars must have straight pipes, he said. It should thunder in the skull.
The son Mark smiles giving his father some slack. It’s two pals who have parked next to each other.
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