In 2014, my stepdad was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, cancer of the plasma cells in the blood. He wasn't able to work anymore, and my parents dug into his savings to help pay bills and for his treatments. I was 15 at the time, about to turn 16 that September, and my parents have grown tired of having to kart 4 kids around. Since I was only 5 months away from having my license, my parents toyed with the idea of getting me a car, if only to ease the burden of driving 4 kids to three different schools (our district was stupid like that), but nothing really came of it. That is until Friday, April 4th, 2014. My mom, stepdad, and dad were hanging out in the living room when I walked up to my dad and showed him the car. It was my 1985 Buick Regal Limited. Listed with 84,500 miles, 3.8 V6, grandma hubcaps and all. My dad looked it over, and said "We'd never get you anything that nice." We all had a laugh. I showed it to my mom and step dad, and to my surprise my mom said "Call the guy up then.". There was no phone number listed, so I harassed the guy (sorry guy) for about 6 hours until he responded with a phone number. I called the number, and the guy had listed it for his mother who was too old to drive anymore. The car had been sitting in a parking lot outside an old person apartment complex, single story housing area) for the past 10 years. It still has the oil change tag in that little holder on the windshield from March of 2014 at 84,000 miles. We went to Pella, Iowa the next day and drove it home. It was my first time actually driving for an extended amount of time. It was freakin awesome. The first modification I ever did to the car was taking out the old AM/FM radio and installing a pretty nice cassette deck out of a Cutlass Ciera with my birthday money on my 16th birthday. Whether it was from sitting and suddenly being throttled upon by a 16 year old or just old age, the 3.8 blew a headgasket on my way home from school in early November of 2014. I was despondent, thinking I would have to get rid of the car after only having it for less than a year. I decided "Hell nah." and went job searching. February 2015 me and my stepdad went out to Waterloo, Iowa and bought a 1976 350 Buick, which is now affectionately known as "The Blue Motor" by my friends and family. My first job came February 11th, 2015. It was at my local Kmart for 7.25 an hour. It sucked. The people sucked, the customers sucked, the hours sucked, the pay sucked, but I was
dead set on having my first car run again. By December 2015, I needed another car. Instead of doing my classwork, at school I would troll ebay and craigslist looking for cool stuff. I ended up coming across a weird black car I've never seen before. A 1970 Ford Thunderbird. I watched over a week the price drop from 1800, to 1500, to 1200, 1000, then 800 dollars. I called the guy up and he said he'd let it go for 300 bucks if I'd come get it that day. It was a hell of a deal. I ended up selling it after I bent a pushrod doing burnouts for $1000, and used that to build up "The Blue Motor". Was a nice piece. .030 over, hyper pistons, comp 268 cam, quadrajet, TA HEI, etc. That motor spun #7, and I was back in the same boat. I did odd jobs here and there, as well as being a Meat Clerk at small grocery store, general laborer at a steel concrete form factory, etc.
In June of 2017, me and my stepdad went and picked up another Buick 350 from just outside Omaha, Nebraska using the very last bit of my Fareway Money. I found it through the v8buick forum. It was actually a 1970 350 SP engine, the GS350 engine. The highest output SBB Buick ever made. 315hp, 410ftlbs, 10.25:1 compression. It was super clean on the inside, minus all the corn. Damn mice. I rebearing'd it and along with new gaskets, and a cam, it was thrust into the Regal. One TH350 later, and here we are today. Man that's a lot of words, but, I wouldn't give this car up for a damn thing. It's my baby. It's my pride and joy. I love popping the hood and saying "Yeah, it's a BUICK 350, and I BUILT IT!" Plus it does great burnouts.
First picture is the day I brought it home, April 5th, 2014. Second is the first wash. My dad used to be a detailer in the 1990s, and he worked his magic. Third picture is earlier this evening. Lots of cool cars and stories up there, good luck to you all!