Yeah, I imagine Springsteen didn't know the difference between a big block and a small block. Artistic license. My '64 Impala had an SB (327) w/fuelies (the engine was swapped out from a wrecked Corvette and the fuel injection was replaced with Holley/Edelbrock induction), headers, an M-21, Torque Thrusts, Cali rake, rolled and pleated interior (bench seat car) and a zillion coats of black lacquer, etc. Sure wish I had kept those cars!
Bruce Springsteen's "Racin' in the Streets" My take on that song is a '69 Chevelle SS396, 4-speed manual. Then you have Neil Young's "Trans Am." Both songs mirror cars that I owned and drove back in the day...
Other than all of the 1/24 vintage sports and racing cars I lost in a fire (Heller, Tamiya, nine MFH Ferrari kits, HRM Cobra Daytona, etc.), of the more traditional 1/25 kits that I had as a kid and wouldn't mind getting a hold of now are: - "The Wild Ones" MPC '29 Model A woody/pickup w/Hot Curl, the Stingray bicycle and great, edgy box art; - AMT "Wild Dream" and "King (Don Tognotti's) T" double kit; - Johan '66 Olds Toronado; - and there's a whole slew of early- to mid-'60s annuals and promos that I wouldn't mind getting my hands on. I was able to bag a couple of holy grails such as a factory-sealed flat-box Johan '67 Eldorado (no tire melt!), Revell '66-'67(?) release of their VW Microbus w/box art graphics that aped the BBDO VW display ads of the day (I had a 1/1 '66 21-window sunroof bus with the same paint scheme as the box model), and a factory sealed,1st release, Revell Porsche Carrera Speedster. There's probably a few more I could think of, but I already have way too many kits so I try not to think too hard about it.
The backwards hood scoop on my '74 T/A had a removable plate (why did they block it off in the first place?). Anyway, with the scoop opened up (permanently on my car) and the windows down, the carburetor sucking air and gas was loud and clear. Cruising along at 100-120+ you could almost see the needle on the gas gauge move. I had to choose between gas and food when I owned that car (college days) and I lost a lot of weight.
We have lots of illuminated glass cabinets in our living and dining rooms, and they're all full of crystal and china. If I had any of my cars upstairs they'd get all busted up anyway. It's bad enough when the twenty-somethings frequenting the premises lately make it down to my man-cave. Funny that the young people don't paw all that glass that's on display and break that... PB.
I don't know if this is true, but from what I've read over the past hundred years or so the earlier kits (cars, airplanes, etc.) were "box scale." Apparently the kit manufacturers scaled the kits to fit into the boxes that they were purchasing at the time. Of course, this may be pure BS, and there's a bunch of guys on this forum way more knowledgeable than I who may be able to de-bunk, or elaborate, on this. I remember building the Deuce "Drag Strip Hot Rod" in my Aunt's attic over a Thanksgiving weekend many moons ago. And, I remember that the kit came molded in maroon plastic.
Holy smokes! I got that Crusader 101 for Christmas when I was around 5- or 6-years-old. I loved that car! I remember how much I enjoyed playing with it, for the few hours that I was able to. Unfortunately, my father felt it was cheaply made; too much plastic, I guess. My mother did all the Christmas shopping and knew I would love it (and she was right), but dad insisted that it go back to, ahem, the North Pole. Oh, well. PB.
What I find interesting is the amount of young people today (50 and under) who don't know how to do "things," like using tools (for carpentry and mechanics), performing simple maintenance on their cars, etc. I see it in my own family. I have 5 kids (3 boys, 2 girls, now young adults) and my oldest son is the only offspring to have developed a quantitative level of skills to perform mechanical tasks. It's a good thing he possesses these skills because he is a professional contractor. I'd have to say the one running the closest second to my son is my younger daughter. She even knows how to weld, although I don't believe she'd be able to change the oil or replace the timing belt in her car, demo and install a new bathroom and kitchen, etc., without some guidance. Oh, well. They all have their own, other talents and interests. Joe Z., you mentioned Polk's Hobbies earlier in this thread. That brought back a lot of memories from my "yute." It's hard to imagine a hobby shop occupying five floors on 5th Avenue in Manhattan, at any point in time. That's where you could find the Heller kits, all of the large scale stuff, Tamiya, etc. That was a great store. PB.
Hmmm. I've had a lot of fun with cars. Childhood: Cruising to the Cape in my Mom's '60 Bonneville convertible. Getting my first ride in a Corvette (Dad's best friend's '65 Coupe). And then riding in the '67 Firebird 400 that the Corvette was traded in on. Neat car. 4-speed, Radir mags (with "knock-off" spinners) and lakes pipes. Riding in my cousin's TR3. Teaching myself how to drive in a '31 Model A, and then in an oval-window Beetle. Teen years: Driving my Mom's '65 GTO convertible. Taking my Mom's '75 Coupe DeVille on dates (definitely NOT PG). Driving the '69 GTO convertible loaned to me on numerous occasions by one of our close family friends. My first ride in a BMW 3.0 CS coupe (I was stunned). Getting picked up regularly when hitch-hiking by a Porsche 911, a Bristol, a Honda 750, and a Chevelle SS454 (same guy who owned the Honda). Cruising in my 4-speed '64 Impala SS409. Road "trips" with my buddies in my '66 21-window sunroof Microbus. Pulling wheelies on Main Street with my best friend in his '68 Camaro SS396 Super Stock. Literally, a Super Stocker. When he bought it for $1,700.00(!) it had only ever seen track use. Radio delete, no heat, no insulation, 4.88 rear end, M-22, it got zero mpg and you could eat off of the chassis. College: Cruising in my '74 TA 455SD. Cruising in my '61 sunroof Bug. Driving up Route 7 to Lime Rock (I've done this many times in many interesting cars) with aforementioned best friend in his '65 Corvette convertible. Cruising to the Cape (same family cottage from childhood) with my best girl (and wife of 32 years now) in my Cal-Look, 2.0 Liter, Webered, cammed and Monza exhausted '71 Karmann Ghia convertible. Adult: Driving my first brand-new car: an '83 Rabbit GTi. Driving to Newport in my Miata. Driving to Lime Rock in my Miata. Driving at Lime Rock in my Miata. Driving my best friend's (same best friend) '67 Corvette L-89 427 coupe. Driving Formula Fords. Setting off car alarms (regularly) in the family '85 Suburban (lift kit, 33" wheels, headers, cam, etc.) at the Battery Terminal Garage in lower Manhattan. That's about all my five kids have left me time for. Oh, well. They're way cooler than cars. PB.