...from my crazy uncle in California.
Within a couple days, there will be a truck transporting a 1959 Chevrolet Apache 3200 to my house.
My uncle, a fucking maniac, decided that he didn't have the time to take care of "his baby" any more so in order to assure it went to the right hands, he gave it to me.
The Good: Its a fucking sweet car. Originial Tartan Turquoise and White two-tone paintjob, original wheels, almost original everything except the engine. The motor is pretty sick. 1968 Chevy Racing 327/.30 over with Power Forge flat-top pistons (10:1 compression), crank kit w/Federal Mogel bearings, reconditioned heads and valve guides (this is quoted from what my uncle sent me...i have no idea what about 1/3 of it means).
His friend/mechanic puts the est. hp at around 350-400, but I'm skeptical.
The Bad: Fucked up front left quarterpanel from a hit and run by some crazy redneck, small dent in the hood, that sweet engine is still hooked up to the original 4-speed manual 235 transmission, meaning it basically drives like a bus. Still, I'm excited to find a new drain on my finances.
It'll be here somewhere in the next week or so, and then you can bet I'll actually be at some of the meets.